I know the child...
I know the child
Resting in the burning sun
A smile on her lips
Colours my day
A tear, I cry
For the pain
She has felt…
And when the rain
Starts to fall…
Her eyes slowly open
Darkness catches the beating heart
Tears and rain become one
Fear takes away the sunlight
Bitter is the taste of our joy
When finally it are but unspoken words on our lips…
Whisper the hope before it rests,
Close the eyes and dream again
Find that bitter joy
Cause the appearence is all what is left.
November 2004
Resting in the burning sun
A smile on her lips
Colours my day
A tear, I cry
For the pain
She has felt…
And when the rain
Starts to fall…
Her eyes slowly open
Darkness catches the beating heart
Tears and rain become one
Fear takes away the sunlight
Bitter is the taste of our joy
When finally it are but unspoken words on our lips…
Whisper the hope before it rests,
Close the eyes and dream again
Find that bitter joy
Cause the appearence is all what is left.
November 2004
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 april 2005 | ||
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