Are you afraid for what is coming?
Are you afraid for what is coming?
Are you afraid it is your death?
Are you afraid you can't handle it?
Are you afraid you don't know it?
What if it comes?
Closer to you, every moment you don't look..
What if it is your death?
What if you can't handle it?
What if you don't know it?
What are you then going to do?
Are you going to wait while it comes closer to you, until it is near you?
Or are you going to run, for the rest of your life?
Or are you going to hide, for the rest of your life?
Or are you stand up, and fight against it, hoping that you will win?
What are you going to do..?
Are you afraid it is your death?
Are you afraid you can't handle it?
Are you afraid you don't know it?
What if it comes?
Closer to you, every moment you don't look..
What if it is your death?
What if you can't handle it?
What if you don't know it?
What are you then going to do?
Are you going to wait while it comes closer to you, until it is near you?
Or are you going to run, for the rest of your life?
Or are you going to hide, for the rest of your life?
Or are you stand up, and fight against it, hoping that you will win?
What are you going to do..?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| free: | Dinsdag, juli 15, 2003 08:33 |
| ppfffttt....dat weet je pas als je ervoor staat denk ik ;) liefs free |
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| Auteur: Wessel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 juli 2003 | ||
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