No friends...
I've seen the outcome of my life;
no friends to show up when I am alive.
They show up when it is to late,
when I am dead, and at heaven's gate.
Some of them I even offered my heart,
but no one saw I was falling apart.
All I asked was to take me by the hand,
but then it showed I didn't have a single friend.
I even begged for it on my knees,
but it seems I have a strange disease.
A disease called a humble heart full of love,
I hope it will be of any use when I am finally above...
no friends to show up when I am alive.
They show up when it is to late,
when I am dead, and at heaven's gate.
Some of them I even offered my heart,
but no one saw I was falling apart.
All I asked was to take me by the hand,
but then it showed I didn't have a single friend.
I even begged for it on my knees,
but it seems I have a strange disease.
A disease called a humble heart full of love,
I hope it will be of any use when I am finally above...
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| Auteur: Frans07 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 juli 2015 | ||
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