useless grief
useless grief
The mornings follow after nights
And everything seems normal
The evenings follow after days
And everything seems fine
But I do not see all this
My mind is locked
My eyes are shut
And my soul is crying
Silently the time I passing
and it left me all alone
with my trouble and my sorrow
and my tears that slowly fall
But there’s no-one here to see me
no-one near to see me cry
My tears fall without a purpose
and alone my tears will die
Hopeful words that I now whisper
thinking ‘bout all my mistakes
Fearful begging for forgiveness
for all the faults that I have made
The mornings follow after nights
And everything seems normal
The evenings follow after days
And everything seems fine
But I do not see all this
My mind is locked
My eyes are shut
And my soul is crying
Silently the time I passing
and it left me all alone
with my trouble and my sorrow
and my tears that slowly fall
But there’s no-one here to see me
no-one near to see me cry
My tears fall without a purpose
and alone my tears will die
Hopeful words that I now whisper
thinking ‘bout all my mistakes
Fearful begging for forgiveness
for all the faults that I have made
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| Auteur: kochansky | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 mei 2002 | ||
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