Dear mom, I spoke you yesterday.
What’s the price I must pay.
24 years fighting for my life.
It’s not that I disagree you.
But it are scares of a knife.
You told me respect is a main purpuse.
That’s what I have learned from you
But all this make me nerves
I’m flyer in a hurricane.
I’m a nice person that’s what they say.
But it feels like a shame.
I will support you with all care
But on the main time I think why ?
When I was alone, I needed my mom, but where.
I writing this text with teardrops in my eyes.
I can’t walk over the past, it’s to painfull.
I want no more lyes.
I’m a proud boy what I have done.
But all that I do is run.
The feature is not signed yet.
I want your trust and believe in me.
Then I can dry you eyes when they are wet.
Hate and regreats are not done.
Walk out the shadow and enjoy the sun.
Auteur: puzzleboy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 08 juni 2007 | ||
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