.like a little bird in you're hands
It was like I was a little bird,
In you’re hands.
You could squeeze me,
And you could love me.
But you did just nothing,
Sometimes you smiled,
Sometimes you almost squeezed me.
One day,
The little bird stood up.
It strength he’s wings,
And flied away
It’s me,
I flied away!
And I’m happy,
Because I was dieing,
Right there in you’re hands,
And it was like you didn’t realise that.
In you’re hands.
You could squeeze me,
And you could love me.
But you did just nothing,
Sometimes you smiled,
Sometimes you almost squeezed me.
One day,
The little bird stood up.
It strength he’s wings,
And flied away
It’s me,
I flied away!
And I’m happy,
Because I was dieing,
Right there in you’re hands,
And it was like you didn’t realise that.
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| Auteur: imaginary | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 december 2003 | ||
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