the crows
no one to keep me company
only the crows
alone in the cage of my thoughts
as my doubt grows
my senses bewitch me
as did the sound of breathing
thinking to know the truth
but touching the fire heating
what is it that imprisones me
so profound and deep
so hard to catch
and so hard to keep
where lies my liberation
the key to the above
it lies in the truth
of unconditional love
I shall fly the night
and the Lord he knows
that I shall be
like one of the crows
only the crows
alone in the cage of my thoughts
as my doubt grows
my senses bewitch me
as did the sound of breathing
thinking to know the truth
but touching the fire heating
what is it that imprisones me
so profound and deep
so hard to catch
and so hard to keep
where lies my liberation
the key to the above
it lies in the truth
of unconditional love
I shall fly the night
and the Lord he knows
that I shall be
like one of the crows
Reacties op dit gedicht
| karin jansen: | Woensdag, september 21, 2005 20:55 |
| waaaaaah!! O.o (ja weet het, paar a's te veel :-P hehe just kidding) echt een down gedicht ja! brrr ... maar toch vind ik kraaien mooie dieren mooi geschreven trouwens! greetz kay |
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