Temptations
Shadows of the past
Searching for their dream
Made in an orb of glass
Glass drawn red of blood
They call it freedom
They want us to believe
While it's their freedom
Waiting for a new home
Then we will obey
Blind of anger and fear
Searching again for freedom
While it's so near.
Searching for their dream
Made in an orb of glass
Glass drawn red of blood
They call it freedom
They want us to believe
While it's their freedom
Waiting for a new home
Then we will obey
Blind of anger and fear
Searching again for freedom
While it's so near.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dragons Rose: | Maandag, november 20, 2006 19:21 |
| Ik snap niet helemaal waar ''ie over gaat, maar ik vind hem wel erg mooi :) kusjes dragons rose |
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| Auteur: jaa | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 januari 2003 | ||
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