Never giving up.
My rage is killing me,
destroying what I want to be.
My rage,
it surrounds me like a windowless cage.
I scream and fight,
but there is no way out.
I'm unheard in my plight,
no matter if I scream and shout.
On the outside I rage and rage.
While deep down inside my windowless cage,
my young heart weeps silently.
Yet it awaits its chance patiently.
For in time it will blossom,
like a beautiful flower.
The path must be chosen,
for therein lies my power.
I won't give up.
Not now, not ever.
I will not stop.
In this life I will find pleasure.
destroying what I want to be.
My rage,
it surrounds me like a windowless cage.
I scream and fight,
but there is no way out.
I'm unheard in my plight,
no matter if I scream and shout.
On the outside I rage and rage.
While deep down inside my windowless cage,
my young heart weeps silently.
Yet it awaits its chance patiently.
For in time it will blossom,
like a beautiful flower.
The path must be chosen,
for therein lies my power.
I won't give up.
Not now, not ever.
I will not stop.
In this life I will find pleasure.
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| Auteur: Wesley Pieterse | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 juli 2013 | ||
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