The Journey
As a pilgrim from a far forgotten land.
I take you by your hand.
I take you to places, you never have been.
Show you things you never have seen.
Here, were birds fly free in the air.
Here, were time doesn’t care.
In the sky we want to be.
Flying high in the sky, you and me.
We are landing on the sand.
Still holding hand in hand.
My hart is getting warm from width in
I hope this is only the begin
The wind is whispering something in you ear.
It is whispering, I am happy you are here
But nothing looks what it seems.
I only took you width in my dreams.
I take you by your hand.
I take you to places, you never have been.
Show you things you never have seen.
Here, were birds fly free in the air.
Here, were time doesn’t care.
In the sky we want to be.
Flying high in the sky, you and me.
We are landing on the sand.
Still holding hand in hand.
My hart is getting warm from width in
I hope this is only the begin
The wind is whispering something in you ear.
It is whispering, I am happy you are here
But nothing looks what it seems.
I only took you width in my dreams.
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| tineke: | Vrijdag, maart 16, 2001 20:46 |
| Hoi Arjan Wow wat mooi zeg..... De gene voor wie dit gedicht is zal erg blij zijn.. Prachtig. Liefs tineke |
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| Auteur: Arjan Gerritse | 
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