Painful earth.
Walking trought the windows,
looking at the painted ground.
Screaming like the earth is doing,
listening to the crying sound.
Climbing into the highest trees,
falling on the same wrong way.
Shuting down my young blue eyes,
like I did yearslong everyday.
Collecting killed pink flowers,
giving them a wordly name.
Loosing my control of this body,
don't want them to feel the same.
Seeing the earth is dying,
putting my tears in a slowly growing lake.
Making my soul and love clean,
to keep the pain of this earth awake.
looking at the painted ground.
Screaming like the earth is doing,
listening to the crying sound.
Climbing into the highest trees,
falling on the same wrong way.
Shuting down my young blue eyes,
like I did yearslong everyday.
Collecting killed pink flowers,
giving them a wordly name.
Loosing my control of this body,
don't want them to feel the same.
Seeing the earth is dying,
putting my tears in a slowly growing lake.
Making my soul and love clean,
to keep the pain of this earth awake.
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| Auteur: Anne K. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 oktober 2009 | ||
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