The little fugitive

The little fugitive **

(He sees no good future part II)

His heart does hurt when the world’s getting tough and curt

All the obstacles in his soul gives him no look for a goal He runs away for himself sometimes Like a fugitive in his own mind It’s difficult to keep his dreams alive Now he doesn’t think healthy, now he doesn’t think right Soon he takes aim at suicide…!!!

He annoys himself on people who ignore his feelings On people who think they better know Then he gets angry and the passion begins to show I talk a lot with him And I think he shows reality He shows the deepest secrets out a heart of a man But all those sensations in his mind and all the extra support from me I give makes him now really a little fugitive…

One time he said “For me, there’s no love, no love util I’m above…” Still he runs like a little fugitive and fight Then he thinks fast to keep his worries alright But he sees no pride He tells his feelings about his solitude to almost every person everywhere That he thinks about the heaven and how to live there He sings an Angel song That’s scary in this way, that’s wrong! So I must help him before he really fades out And when it’s all a passed by story where we talk about…

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Manjula

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Auteur: Manjula
Gecontroleerd door: Sheena
Gepubliceerd op: 20 december 2006
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