road
what's the use of being here
when everything's gone what was near
still suspect the rain to fall
when the clouds are gone and the sky is clear
what's the use of being here
when there's not much left to care about
everything you loved has gone
the room is empty, the light has gone out
what's the use of being here
when the pain has become a heavy load
there's no other choice left
than to carry on at this painfull road
freebird, man, 12 jaar
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