When staring through a window
Which represents your eyes
And you cannot see your destiny
It's only hope that you can trust
When staring through a window
Which is broken by a force
That can only trigger pain and death
What is your hope left for
When staring through a window
Which is blackened by the fire
Once burning in a heart
Fragile but great and made of gold
When staring through this window
Knowing what you have accomplished
In the near past but the present is to tough
What are you still fighting for
01-07-04
The unreachable: | Donderdag, juli 01, 2004 14:48 |
Life is worth fighting for..don't give up! very nice poem, especially that first part, because i recognize myself in there..keep writing, Benjamin! | |
Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 01 juli 2004 | ||
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