Enigma
Times of sorrow and times of hate
In Times of these its allready to late
yet
In Times of Joy and times of Love
We forget about the things above
but
When we laugh and when we cry
We forget the question why
Is it in oneself to cause the pain?
Or are we blind, and it's yourself to blaim?
Are you the one to figure this out?
For I am destined to be in doubt
In Times of these its allready to late
yet
In Times of Joy and times of Love
We forget about the things above
but
When we laugh and when we cry
We forget the question why
Is it in oneself to cause the pain?
Or are we blind, and it's yourself to blaim?
Are you the one to figure this out?
For I am destined to be in doubt
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Chichi: | Dinsdag, november 05, 2002 16:41 |
| Aaaahhhh heel erg mooi! En we komen er wel uit.. one day.. we'll have an answer :) Liefs Chichi |
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| Auteur: -Chris- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 november 2002 | ||
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