Turning point
Turning point
She’s standing on the bridge
In pouring rain and tears
The furious river of doubts
Is reflecting all her fears
Trying to sweep her away
Waves batter and pounce until
She’s knocked of her feet
And her mind becomes still
Paralysed by it’s power
As she looks up to the sky
She wishes to be on a cloud
Calm and slowly drifting by
In every corner of her mind
Doubt’s hunting in blind rages
Suddenly a complete darkness
As the water gages
When she wakes on a cloud
Realising she has survived
A struggle with her feelings
From which she has thrived
Because of her unsureness
That’s where it al begun
She is not the doubtful river
But the self assured sun
She’s standing on the bridge
In pouring rain and tears
The furious river of doubts
Is reflecting all her fears
Trying to sweep her away
Waves batter and pounce until
She’s knocked of her feet
And her mind becomes still
Paralysed by it’s power
As she looks up to the sky
She wishes to be on a cloud
Calm and slowly drifting by
In every corner of her mind
Doubt’s hunting in blind rages
Suddenly a complete darkness
As the water gages
When she wakes on a cloud
Realising she has survived
A struggle with her feelings
From which she has thrived
Because of her unsureness
That’s where it al begun
She is not the doubtful river
But the self assured sun
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| Disciple: | Vrijdag, december 22, 2006 08:24 |
| Een goeie! Mooie tegenspraak aan het einde. (wel kleine spelfoutjes) Goed geschreven! | |
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| Auteur: ~MirrorGirl~ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 november 2006 | ||
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