Like a little child
Beneath tall treas
The most beautiful green leafs
Kept far away from pain and problems
Fertile fields
And rain to drink
Never alone
And free to be
The natural life
The smiles it can bring
If thing are that perfect
Then why would she cry
She's cold and lonely
A prisoner of life
Asking why
And screaming at whatever
But the trees won't hear her
So she sits and waits
Auteur: Reneetjeb | ||
Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 03 december 2003 | ||
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