Walking into eternity
It flashes through the soul
Of the innocent man
And he asks himself
Why this is happening again
His fear is enourmous
His pain hard to cope
He tries to keep his head up
But slowly losing hope
Lying in his bedroom
With a cigarette in has hand
Trying to get some sleep
And enters dreamland
His fear manifests itself
In the dream he dreams tonight
And when he wakes up
He is to tired to fight
He fought against hs ptoblems
In the present and the past
He thought he could cope with it now
But he was thinking to fast
A stranger to himself
Is what the mirror shows
Trying to see what's left of his life
He walks where the wind blows
Walking into eternity
His destiny is here
He enters the room of life and death
To end his endless fear
06-11-01
Of the innocent man
And he asks himself
Why this is happening again
His fear is enourmous
His pain hard to cope
He tries to keep his head up
But slowly losing hope
Lying in his bedroom
With a cigarette in has hand
Trying to get some sleep
And enters dreamland
His fear manifests itself
In the dream he dreams tonight
And when he wakes up
He is to tired to fight
He fought against hs ptoblems
In the present and the past
He thought he could cope with it now
But he was thinking to fast
A stranger to himself
Is what the mirror shows
Trying to see what's left of his life
He walks where the wind blows
Walking into eternity
His destiny is here
He enters the room of life and death
To end his endless fear
06-11-01
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dani: | Donderdag, november 08, 2001 12:28 |
| Je komt er wel, Ben! If you ever need my schoulder For a sniff or for a sigh Even when we're growin' older It 'll always be free for you to cry! Liefs & knuffies, Nerys |
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| CJ: | Woensdag, november 07, 2001 19:51 |
| Destiny is what man tells himself. To chose your own destiny is much harder than to follow where ever life leads you. knuff Judith |
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| christina: | Woensdag, november 07, 2001 10:31 |
| En blijf hopen jij daar Laat de moed niet zakken he Je weet er is altijd een weg Nu zit je even weer op een zijweg Maar het leven heeft vele wegen Af en toe verdwaal je even en ben je de weg kwijt Maar samen met de mensen die om je geven kom je de goede weg weer tegen Ik ben een van die mensen die naast je blijft lopen Ook al zie je me niet maar ik ben er wel jochie van me Kom op he Keep your head up Je Mamsje |
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| Robski: | Dinsdag, november 06, 2001 21:17 |
| When you thought the fight was over... the battle has just begun... Tsja Ben... we zijn er nog lang niet... factoren kunnen het even vergemakkelijken of in ieder geval strijdbaarder maken.. maar het gevecht is nog wel even bezig.. en ik zal er voor je zijn als je me nodig hebt.. door dik en dun.. just reach out.. Sterkte.. *manly hug* Rob |
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| Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy |  
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| Gepubliceerd op: 06 november 2001 | ||
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