At night...!
At night...!
Memories are flashing by,
good and bad,
dreams in witch I die,
at night is when I am very sad!
Scared of the dark and the light of the next day,
all at the same time,
I don't know anymore if I should stay,
at night dreaming of that crime!
It's all a little bit to much for me,
will it past or is this my life,
I don't want to be,
at night dreaming of my mum, a beautiful wife!
-GHM-
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| Janette Scharenborg: | Zaterdag, juni 25, 2005 02:08 |
| I dont think your mother would want you to grieve like this! she loves you still and nothing can take that away from you. Think about the happy times you had together, she is a lot happier now, and has also no more pain, and one day soon you will see her again. veel liefs Janette | |
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