why
When I’m here
Here alone
And there is no light
Only the light that shines from the moon
And the only sound I here
Is the sound of the falling rain
I stop to care
Care about caring
Care about life
Care about living
I start thinking
Why
Why this life
Why this way
Why living
Than a strange thought hits me
That the only thing that keeps me here
Is that question
Why
It’s a question I will never answer
That is why I will live for ever
But
why
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Evenstar21: | Maandag, november 24, 2003 09:30 |
| daarom;) (ja ja, daarom is geen reden en als je van de trap afval dan ben je gauw beneden....maar das het enige zinnige antwoord:D) |
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| Auteur: Martijn Hendriks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 november 2003 | ||
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