Buried On Hollowed Ground
Captive child seeking his identity
Through the night, through the fog
Cemetery gates are closed
Your life has passed away, you didn't realize..
Now you see, after a year
Where you've been good for
Nothing, killed yourself
Are you proud now?
Or disgusted by what you've become?
Or didn't become.. the immortal hero
What is left is a remembrance
A grave, made out of the most beautiful stone
That gives us the eternal beauty of your life
For us
Because you couldn't care less
Captive child, the legacy
Is buried on hollowed ground...
Through the night, through the fog
Cemetery gates are closed
Your life has passed away, you didn't realize..
Now you see, after a year
Where you've been good for
Nothing, killed yourself
Are you proud now?
Or disgusted by what you've become?
Or didn't become.. the immortal hero
What is left is a remembrance
A grave, made out of the most beautiful stone
That gives us the eternal beauty of your life
For us
Because you couldn't care less
Captive child, the legacy
Is buried on hollowed ground...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Maandag, oktober 15, 2007 17:40 |
| brilliantly written! x! |
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| jorinka: | Maandag, januari 17, 2005 15:20 |
| slik.. Je gedicht raakt me.. ga zo door. Liefs & Sterkte Jorinka |
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| Auteur: Enchantress | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 januari 2005 | ||
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