For all they need is one hand.
Scattered eyes lying on the ground.
Filled with fear.
Filled with a tear.
Trembling on every sound.
Seeking for a helping hand.
But no one understand,
What they are trying.
So they remain lying.
It only takes one man.
To help where he can.
But they don’t look at what they see.
They just be what they want to be.
Blind for other mans sorrow.
Why don’t they borrow,
The eyes on the ground.
Cause there is a big amount.
Filled with fear.
Filled with a tear.
Trembling on every sound.
Seeking for a helping hand.
But no one understand,
What they are trying.
So they remain lying.
It only takes one man.
To help where he can.
But they don’t look at what they see.
They just be what they want to be.
Blind for other mans sorrow.
Why don’t they borrow,
The eyes on the ground.
Cause there is a big amount.
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| Auteur: Litle_olsie | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 november 2006 | ||
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