Scarred
Not ready to say goodbye,
hoping by tonight I can smile and not cry.
Giving faith out of our hands,
clinging to hope, to help us stand(s).
Waiting in fear,
wanting only good news to hear.
Sending a pray to up above:
saying I want him here,
he’s time with us is not enough.
Scarred for the outcome,
knowing not everything is said and done
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| Auteur: white_rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 augustus 2013 | ||
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