Blindfolded
The only thing I see is black
just like a dark winter night
Walking around, nobody holding my hand
wondering where I'll end
I am all alone
allthough I hear a whisper
Trying to find out where it's coming from
but I can't see anything
Something is blocking my view
my heart starts to beat realy fast
I start to panic
wish I'd be saved
.......
Someone behind me says
I need to try to relax
Suddenly I am standing face to face with an angel
as white as a star
Her light is shining in my eyes
as I realise I am not blindfolded anymore
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| Corretje: | Vrijdag, januari 21, 2005 19:43 |
| It's really nice, the chosen words are all with much feeling, youre feeling. I think, that kind of an angel would really come to you, probably you're your own angel, realize yourself! go on :) I 'd like to read it all! |
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| Auteur: ~*Idril*~ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 januari 2005 | ||
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