Light
Doubt has struck my believings,
as a lighting.
I raise my hand to the sky,
to pray,
to pray for light.
A little spark could keep me tight.
No hesitations,
no violations,
but my doubts are still there.
Problems not to share,
with anyone,
but the one...
as a lighting.
I raise my hand to the sky,
to pray,
to pray for light.
A little spark could keep me tight.
No hesitations,
no violations,
but my doubts are still there.
Problems not to share,
with anyone,
but the one...
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| Auteur: Master T | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 23 februari 2002 | ||
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