Memorie
A little girl, whit a box in here hand
So she could explain, and everyone would understand
Full of memories of a forgotten land
A white coast made from sand
A girl standing al alone
Whit a heart made from stone
Abandoned from here people, she walked
Towards a future burned, noting to look ahead
Al she could think of was why?
Why was she left to die?
She couldn’t feel
It was too late for here to heal.
Now everyone would know
What was al these years so hard for here to show.
She left, never to return again.
So she could explain, and everyone would understand
Full of memories of a forgotten land
A white coast made from sand
A girl standing al alone
Whit a heart made from stone
Abandoned from here people, she walked
Towards a future burned, noting to look ahead
Al she could think of was why?
Why was she left to die?
She couldn’t feel
It was too late for here to heal.
Now everyone would know
What was al these years so hard for here to show.
She left, never to return again.
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| Auteur: Lonely_ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 juni 2007 | ||
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