stranger to this world
busses, cars, laughing children, bikes and santa-claus are passing by,
i’ve been watching for hours,
time fly’s
..
waking up in the morning is easy,
because the cold wind rushes by
I’m getting out of my newspapers,
i’m thirsty, hungry and my throat is dry
…
i want to be part of this world,
but it is no use,
i can’t make money,
at least streetmusicians can sing the blues
..
i’m nothing,
absolutely nothing
...
i’m a stranger to this world
i’ve been watching for hours,
time fly’s
..
waking up in the morning is easy,
because the cold wind rushes by
I’m getting out of my newspapers,
i’m thirsty, hungry and my throat is dry
…
i want to be part of this world,
but it is no use,
i can’t make money,
at least streetmusicians can sing the blues
..
i’m nothing,
absolutely nothing
...
i’m a stranger to this world
Reacties op dit gedicht
| QueenBee: | Maandag, december 12, 2005 16:54 |
| Wat mooi gedicht.. wat mooi verwoord.. maar: je zei: I'm nothing.. liefje.. voor mij ben je wel ietss.. je bent een friend =) HVJ!! kus |
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| Auteur: kirstee | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 december 2005 | ||
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