Father where did the love go?
Father,
Where did the love of people go?
We all have lost it, and we don't know what to do, or where to go.
People promiss too love each other, but you even see children killing each other.
Why do we try to let people believe in lies,
fake promisses and guilty smiles?
People hate each other, bitter tears are cried, and in this world everybody stands alone.
Millions of people are praying, all in a different language, but the question is the same:
How can we stop this hate?
We're begging for awnsers or just a simple clue.
We really need some guidance from you.
Father, where did the love go?
Where did the love of people go?
We all have lost it, and we don't know what to do, or where to go.
People promiss too love each other, but you even see children killing each other.
Why do we try to let people believe in lies,
fake promisses and guilty smiles?
People hate each other, bitter tears are cried, and in this world everybody stands alone.
Millions of people are praying, all in a different language, but the question is the same:
How can we stop this hate?
We're begging for awnsers or just a simple clue.
We really need some guidance from you.
Father, where did the love go?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| H.J.: | Zondag, mei 13, 2007 23:57 |
| Ik snap je vraag en stel hem zelf ook wel. mooi om over na te denken en het beter te doen. kusssss (de nachtwacht) |
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| Mrs Flintstone: | Zondag, mei 13, 2007 23:32 |
| Well written ans so true! Liefs, Wilma |
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