WIND OF CHANGE
WIND OF CHANGE
I follow the flow of time,
leading nowhere.
What the hell,
am I still doing here?
What difference would it make,
when I stay
or when I go away.
Something has to change,
cause I can’t take,
this life anymore.
The same days,
followed by the same nights,
underneath a black sky,
with dark dreams.
I want the sun,
back into my life.
I wait for the day,
that blows the sadness away,
with a wind of change,
with chances,
for a brand new future,
coloured with the light,
of hope for happiness.
29 april 2004
I follow the flow of time,
leading nowhere.
What the hell,
am I still doing here?
What difference would it make,
when I stay
or when I go away.
Something has to change,
cause I can’t take,
this life anymore.
The same days,
followed by the same nights,
underneath a black sky,
with dark dreams.
I want the sun,
back into my life.
I wait for the day,
that blows the sadness away,
with a wind of change,
with chances,
for a brand new future,
coloured with the light,
of hope for happiness.
29 april 2004
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| Auteur: Sandra Witteveen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 mei 2004 | ||
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