Broken Wings (geschreve door een Lieve Meid!
Last night, as I sat there, I started to cry.
My wings were all broken,
and I just couldn't fly.
All the others were flying
around and around.
But for me, I couldn't,
I remained on the ground.
My wings were so bad,
all rusted and torn.
From anger and hate,
to arrogance and scorn.
They wouldn't even flap,
being so out of repair.
But the thing that hurt most
no one seemed to care.
I sat there alone,
watching all others fly.
Not even getting up,
or attempting to try.
But then in one moment,
God was gracious to me.
He sent me a friend,
as I prayed on my knees.
His wings were pure white,
and his features aglow.
He was very strong,
which I soon came to know.
He picked me right up,
and flew to the highest mountain top.
I was really nervous
'cause there, he did stop.
He told me, "now fly,"
but "I can't" I said back.
"It's not your wings that are broken,
it's just confidence you lack."
I turned around and looked,
to check out my wings.
They looked so torn,
those pitiful things.
I'll catch you" he said,
"If you start to fall,
Just yell out my name,
I'll hear your call."
So I took a running start,
attempting to soar.
Exhilaration went through me,
like never before.
I'm" flying!" I exclaimed,
"higher than kings."
"I'm flying!"
”flying with broken wings”
Geschreven door een lieve meid,
My wings were all broken,
and I just couldn't fly.
All the others were flying
around and around.
But for me, I couldn't,
I remained on the ground.
My wings were so bad,
all rusted and torn.
From anger and hate,
to arrogance and scorn.
They wouldn't even flap,
being so out of repair.
But the thing that hurt most
no one seemed to care.
I sat there alone,
watching all others fly.
Not even getting up,
or attempting to try.
But then in one moment,
God was gracious to me.
He sent me a friend,
as I prayed on my knees.
His wings were pure white,
and his features aglow.
He was very strong,
which I soon came to know.
He picked me right up,
and flew to the highest mountain top.
I was really nervous
'cause there, he did stop.
He told me, "now fly,"
but "I can't" I said back.
"It's not your wings that are broken,
it's just confidence you lack."
I turned around and looked,
to check out my wings.
They looked so torn,
those pitiful things.
I'll catch you" he said,
"If you start to fall,
Just yell out my name,
I'll hear your call."
So I took a running start,
attempting to soar.
Exhilaration went through me,
like never before.
I'm" flying!" I exclaimed,
"higher than kings."
"I'm flying!"
”flying with broken wings”
Geschreven door een lieve meid,
07 jul 2006
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Smily-hh
vrijdag 07 juli 2006 00:38
ikzelf vind het egt een prachtig gedicht, als ik het lees denk ik aan mezelf en aan de mense die ik om me heen zie, egt een mooi gedicht
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*cinta*
vrijdag 07 juli 2006 09:37
Mooooooi -
Leeuwtjuh
vrijdag 07 juli 2006 17:36
hil moowj
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mirjam_88
vrijdag 07 juli 2006 17:47
mooi
ma wiej heb t gesgreven?
jij kent zoveel meiden!
kiss
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daily
donderdag 31 augustus 2006 15:18
door wie dan
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Smily-hh
donderdag 31 augustus 2006 15:50
door ViV en maakt dat nog wat uit nicky?
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