The wind
I feel like im a leaf someday's,
A leaf cought by the wind.
At some times the wind picks me up,takes me along the road,
Grabs me by the wrist and leads me where to go.
At those times i fly high, right up to the sky,
At those times the sky ain't the limit.
At those times i feel safe, i feel good.
Feeling happy, feeling great, being in a great mood.
But at other times,
The wind stops blowing.
The wind just suddenly dies.
Just like me, i fall from the sky, and im the one that cries.
I hit the ground, feeling bad again,
Hit the ground to see this part of the world all over again.
My days turn to bad, my sun turns away,
My light turns to dark, my yellow to grey.
So i have to keep the wind blowing,
Maybe catch it in a cup, just to let it blow when i need it,
To lift my spirit up.
A leaf cought by the wind.
At some times the wind picks me up,takes me along the road,
Grabs me by the wrist and leads me where to go.
At those times i fly high, right up to the sky,
At those times the sky ain't the limit.
At those times i feel safe, i feel good.
Feeling happy, feeling great, being in a great mood.
But at other times,
The wind stops blowing.
The wind just suddenly dies.
Just like me, i fall from the sky, and im the one that cries.
I hit the ground, feeling bad again,
Hit the ground to see this part of the world all over again.
My days turn to bad, my sun turns away,
My light turns to dark, my yellow to grey.
So i have to keep the wind blowing,
Maybe catch it in a cup, just to let it blow when i need it,
To lift my spirit up.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| prashna: | Zaterdag, maart 03, 2007 17:47 |
| wow die is echt heel mooigeschreven! zo voel ik me ook vaak. ey knuf van mii |
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| EveryTearTellsAStory: | Vrijdag, maart 02, 2007 10:46 |
| prachting in het engels geschreven.. ik heb er maar een geschreven; behind my mask.. voor derest hou ik me bij nederlands:) xje | |
| kleinmeisje: | Vrijdag, maart 02, 2007 10:46 |
| mooi geschreven,anders maar een windmachine huren,heb je ook wind waneer je wilt.zal wel een dure grap zijn.nou hier waait het al dagen,een vieze koude wind.liefs | |
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| Auteur: Dead Rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 maart 2007 | ||
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