Morninglight
As the dawn breaks,
and the sunlights hits my face,
I wonder IF, and WHAT it takes,
to live through this disgrace.
My weakness is exhausting me,
draining all my life.
All I want is to be free,
no longer needing my knife.
Feeling this the way I do,
it's hard to regain hope.
Yet I will try to see this through,
with help, I'll learn to cope.
My friends are there, such a relief,
to know somebody cares.
I'll do my best, if I believe,
I can climb this stairs.
and the sunlights hits my face,
I wonder IF, and WHAT it takes,
to live through this disgrace.
My weakness is exhausting me,
draining all my life.
All I want is to be free,
no longer needing my knife.
Feeling this the way I do,
it's hard to regain hope.
Yet I will try to see this through,
with help, I'll learn to cope.
My friends are there, such a relief,
to know somebody cares.
I'll do my best, if I believe,
I can climb this stairs.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Melodramatically: | Zaterdag, juli 31, 2004 23:03 |
| Woow.. Ontroerend geschreven.. En helemaal niet "Ik vind hem zelf niet zo" Hij is super! Shht geen "euh, nee niet" En ja je vrienden zijn er! Maggik me ook daartoe berekenen? *bloows* Je kan het Paultje! Big hug Liefs, Melodramatically |
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| Auteur: Paultjuh | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 juli 2004 | ||
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