To fear something is to fear self
The man walks to his home,
Not knowing what to find,
Smoke is coming from his house,
But at arrival sees something unkind.
Panic and emotions stir him good,
He’s clueless now in his unstable mood,
Fast he’s running into the wild,
And before he knows it he feels like a child.
He screams and shouts but none will hear,
Oh in this cruel moment he felt his fears,
But light seemed to appear behind the clouds,
And not long after he saw this he heard these sounds.
Oh how the music set him free,
And Fills his being totally,
He’s now past his troubles of what he has seen,
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| Auteur: Pure Love |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 januari 2007 | ||
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