Tale as old as time
Tale as old as time
Sweetest roses flavours
One of the oldest rhyme
But that inner pain, constantly
That you must delivered from the evil soul
Without that delivering there’s no hope
and no goal
I’m going through the same
Like a beast struggling to the solution
with anger what makes me even more Lame
Waiting while I’m starring to the stars
and counts the hopeless falling once
I have everyting I can hold in my hands
Things and money
Saying to myself ‘Money don’t makes you happy
while I’m holding in my hand a fragile dime
Thinking how I finish the last few courses
about that story
That tale, as old as time
Windwhisper: | Zaterdag, november 11, 2006 15:34 |
Het al-oude verhaal..zo mooi weer, genietend gelezen en herlezen.....liefs Cobie | |
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 11 november 2006 | ||
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