Walked
Walked on the roads of life
Barely half alive
I walked just to survive
Wondering when I will arrive
Years of walking went by
Walked when I should have run
Ran when I should have walked
Asking myself all way long,why
Why don´t I arrive on my destination
A place where I could be myself
A place where I could love myself,and love other people
So I could build a real relation
Still,i keep on going,on the roads of life
Wondering when I will arrive
A blue sky,with a really dark cloud hangs above my head
Still wondering will I ever get really alive
Barely half alive
I walked just to survive
Wondering when I will arrive
Years of walking went by
Walked when I should have run
Ran when I should have walked
Asking myself all way long,why
Why don´t I arrive on my destination
A place where I could be myself
A place where I could love myself,and love other people
So I could build a real relation
Still,i keep on going,on the roads of life
Wondering when I will arrive
A blue sky,with a really dark cloud hangs above my head
Still wondering will I ever get really alive
Reacties op dit gedicht
| David Matser: | Dinsdag, november 22, 2011 07:48 |
| "Feest" der herkenning... Die plek waar je thuis kan zijn, zit in jezelf, heb ik ontdekt! Mooi verwoord! Liefs |
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| Auteur: **Kirsten** | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 20 november 2011 | ||
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