Herfst / Eenzaamheid / Delen
When the time eats you up
you have nobody to lean on
whatever your eye is falling
there is no coincedence calling
my dear I love you so
why is it that I mourn for you...
who keeps me going on
is it the Lord whose example, made me strong
as times of hope rule over despair
what is this dying thing
is it the ego, or the good will...
- moonwoman -
Gecontroleerd door: Sheena