One Bullet
I saw you step on that train
You were smiling, but crying on the inside
I could see and feel your pain
As the train began to ride...
Taking you to a place filled with agony and despair
Forcing you to be callous, to feel no fear, hatred or love
Demanding that you keep fighting till the arrival of the dove...
Torn apart, a battle determing your life
And I could become a widow, not someone's wife
We're both trying to endure, but unsure if we can
For it only takes one bullet, and you won't be home again...
You were smiling, but crying on the inside
I could see and feel your pain
As the train began to ride...
Taking you to a place filled with agony and despair
Forcing you to be callous, to feel no fear, hatred or love
Demanding that you keep fighting till the arrival of the dove...
Torn apart, a battle determing your life
And I could become a widow, not someone's wife
We're both trying to endure, but unsure if we can
For it only takes one bullet, and you won't be home again...
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| Auteur: Silver-Moon | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 april 2005 | ||
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