The Road
The road lies behind me, I look back
To see I've made more victories than ever
I don't mind the obstacles in fact,
I know they will only make me better
I struggled through hell, to get out
I'm still searching for a purpose, a goal
Every new thing is a noise played so loud
As I cover my ears, to protect my soul
Lost in a forest of choice,
My gift is my burden
Then I hear your voice
And realize my road goes further
To see I've made more victories than ever
I don't mind the obstacles in fact,
I know they will only make me better
I struggled through hell, to get out
I'm still searching for a purpose, a goal
Every new thing is a noise played so loud
As I cover my ears, to protect my soul
Lost in a forest of choice,
My gift is my burden
Then I hear your voice
And realize my road goes further
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Nadezjda: | Maandag, januari 21, 2008 22:57 |
| thnx! | |
| Augustijntje: | Maandag, januari 21, 2008 19:34 |
| briliantly written x! |
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| Free@Bird: | Zondag, januari 20, 2008 20:54 |
| Nice written! liefs, kerima |
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| Auteur: Nadezjda | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 januari 2008 | ||
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