Persons…
A Person of love…
A Person of Pain...
A Person of Hate...
A Person wrapt up in a crate...
A Person who comes late...
That person is me...
Crying for happines and pain...
And dancing trough the rain...
For love and good...
For Broken and lost...
Love is a Ice door...
I can’t go trough because of the ice shore...
I can’t reach, and fall into a big, dark hole...
And I enter the north pole...
Well luckily its a dream...
Though, I scream...
I wake up and see the things of sadness...
Though, I’m not hopeless...
I have hope...
Deep in my heart...
Crying for the tears of loneyless...
Crawling inside my bed and sleep...
Verry deep...
I think:...
If I shoot an arrow of hope, high in the sky...
It will never touch the ground...
In my heart.