Rebirth
As the walls grow old,
and the light turns cold,
truth remains forever untold,
a single thread of solid gold.
And underneath the darkened sky,
where life itself began to cry,
silent stars told their lie,
hope was born just to die.
But life no more was preyed upon,
when hope played out her final pawn,
bringing forth a new dawn,
love had come, lies had gone.
For the walls then tore,
by the light she bore,
truth regained her forgotten lore,
the silver key was lost no more.
and the light turns cold,
truth remains forever untold,
a single thread of solid gold.
And underneath the darkened sky,
where life itself began to cry,
silent stars told their lie,
hope was born just to die.
But life no more was preyed upon,
when hope played out her final pawn,
bringing forth a new dawn,
love had come, lies had gone.
For the walls then tore,
by the light she bore,
truth regained her forgotten lore,
the silver key was lost no more.
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| Auteur: Karel Van Geerdeghom aka Krael | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 mei 2002 | ||
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