The door
When I see, and want to open a big metal door,
That has been locked for a long, long time,
A feeling comes over me that needs to explore.
It scares me, I don’t know what’s behind.
Don’t know what I’ll see,
Don’t know what I will find.
Don’t know what to expect,
I consider everything about a hundred times,
I don’t even know how I’ll react.
But if it will open as I lay my hand on the door,
Without forcing it anyhow,
Then I’ll have the opportunity to explore.
Monique
That has been locked for a long, long time,
A feeling comes over me that needs to explore.
It scares me, I don’t know what’s behind.
Don’t know what I’ll see,
Don’t know what I will find.
Don’t know what to expect,
I consider everything about a hundred times,
I don’t even know how I’ll react.
But if it will open as I lay my hand on the door,
Without forcing it anyhow,
Then I’ll have the opportunity to explore.
Monique
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| Auteur: Monique | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: shelby | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 januari 2001 | ||
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