Locked heart
Locked heart
Write about the right
and the feeling wrongs
And let my heart little free to listen to some ‘enya songs’
Kind of ‘celtic feelings’ what my heart needs to feel
for sending little pieces to heaven
In expectation to get some new pieces back to heal
Waiting for miracles and beauty happenings
Softness transformed in roughness
and glory to pain
Many sores I can’t get defeat
Many ill hearts what can’t be sane
A young heart wants to run free
But something stops me
I don’t dare to expose myself
I underestimate myself too much
But can’t get that key to unlock it
So every time a deep touch
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| Auteur: Manjula | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 januari 2007 | ||
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