My sword
Living by my sharp sword
In the world of no regret.
Where people die for my own good
If they don’t live up to what I expect.
It’s true my hopes lie in what yet to come.
When I can wander a peacefull world
And I finally can lay my sharp sword down.
I sit here and wait to see a peacefull world.
I wait here day after day
But even when times go by I sit here and I stay
For something that I think I might never get to see.
Survival
When I look down from the hill of life.
The weak will die the strong survive.
That’s what I’ve learned that’s what I teach.
From the shadows I see every change.
In this world of doom I teach the one rule,
The rule of life as it is and always been.
The weak will die the strong survive.
The unreachable: | Zondag, april 11, 2004 22:59 |
Survival of the fittest...Hmm...I don't believe in that theorie...but it's a nice poem though! | |
MayadeBij: | Zondag, april 11, 2004 21:02 |
Sterk en zwak zijn zo subjectief als de pest natuurlijk. Maar dat weet jij toch allang? Als Leraar enzo? | |
Auteur: Asutoritsudo | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 11 april 2004 | ||
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