My day
My day
Wandering through the darkness
Dust making blind
Hear the cry of a soldier
A lot and nothing on my mind
Don’t think, keep going
Does it make any sense?
Breath in and breath out
Today could be my chance
One shot in my arm
Or one shot in my leg
Not to surrender or to give up
Just for going back
Wandering through the darkness
Dust making blind
Hear the cry of a soldier
A lot and nothing on my mind
Don’t think, keep going
Does it make any sense?
Breath in and breath out
Today could be my chance
One shot in my arm
Or one shot in my leg
Not to surrender or to give up
Just for going back
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Koene: | Woensdag, maart 08, 2006 22:14 |
| VEENEMA! ownage :P | |
| Ward van der Zee: | Maandag, maart 06, 2006 21:46 |
| hehehe, doet me denken aan de oersaaie lessen van ene J.V. waarvan op een kwade 3 maart de auto ingebouwd is ... | |
| Oorlam: | Maandag, maart 06, 2006 11:06 |
| goed! | |
| Augustijntje: | Maandag, maart 06, 2006 10:42 |
| very well-written! x! |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Laura v M | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 maart 2006 | ||
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