I can see the look on your face
Every single day there will be a moment
Where you wonder of to that special place
A place where I can not seem to be your friend
And that I can not seem to erase
Panic stabbes me in the back
And leaves me dying with coins on my eyes
Waiting for you to ship this helpless wreck
Though I can not expect that from someone with her own cries
But I will not give up, for you I will never crack
And I am certain that someday
My stubbornness wil pay off
So you can finally laugh out loud and play
And where you won’t have to back off
Or pay attention to whatever people may say
A thousand guardian angels I will call
To be there for you when I am not around
Who will help you to get through this all
And who will keep you safe and sound
And who will put you back on your feet if you should fall
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Dit gedichtje is eigenlijk nog niet helemaal af, maar vanaf hier liet mijn inspiratie mij in de steek, dus hier zul je het mee moeten doen. Als het wel af zou zijn was het in ieder geval een happy/happier end geweest.