Whole alone
She wants to go home
But there's no place
Living her own live
One of the most hard ways
Not choosen for herself
She's just the family's black sheep
Living from the dish and dirty
Old boxes is where she sleeps
Blowing her mind away
Giving her dreams of reality
Feel her free for a minute
In the world of cruelty
And nothing I can do
Cause I even don't know
It's just a world from someone
Far from home,
Helpless and
Whole alone
Reacties op dit gedicht
| fallen angel of tears: | Donderdag, oktober 07, 2004 13:16 |
| wow, erg indrukwekkend maar wel typisch.. op een goede manier hoor ;) |
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| Auteur: Fortune | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 september 2004 | ||
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