Sentence
Court in session
thunder in the distance
the verdict is in
resignation to my sentence.
No-one dares to utter sound
as I cast down my eyes and kneel
feel I can’t get of the ground
shackled to a cage of steel.
The walls are cold and pale
but my skin begins to burn
Stand up against my captivity
but I’m expecting no return.
Judgment founded on despise
I see them yearn while I am crying
scorn to friends I have protected
watch them smile while I am dying.
thunder in the distance
the verdict is in
resignation to my sentence.
No-one dares to utter sound
as I cast down my eyes and kneel
feel I can’t get of the ground
shackled to a cage of steel.
The walls are cold and pale
but my skin begins to burn
Stand up against my captivity
but I’m expecting no return.
Judgment founded on despise
I see them yearn while I am crying
scorn to friends I have protected
watch them smile while I am dying.
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| Auteur: Petite Anette | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: DiAngeli | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 september 2002 | ||
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