Friends
The meaning off being a friend,
still unkown for some off us.
Are they even trying?
Locked up in their one little world,
only seeing themself.
Reach for the horizon.
Reach for the hand.
Reach for the other.
Reach for me.
Maybe then I could call you a friend.
still unkown for some off us.
Are they even trying?
Locked up in their one little world,
only seeing themself.
Reach for the horizon.
Reach for the hand.
Reach for the other.
Reach for me.
Maybe then I could call you a friend.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Dinsdag, juni 29, 2004 20:00 |
| Friends are hard to find...but when people finally found a friend, they hardly pay enough attention to them, so that's even worse..Wees blij met wat je hebt, dafke...Your time will come... | |
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| Auteur: dafke | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 juni 2004 | ||
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