warchild poem
dit is een geidcht van een goede vriendin van me
ik vind het echt heel erg mooi
Children of the night.
Searching for the light.
Far away.
Searching for the love.
Searching for a smile,
again.
In the middle of warriors.
Live children.
The children of the night.
They have pain.
Can’t you see them…
hopeless and alone?
Children of the night.
Searching for the light.
Far away.
Searching for the love.
Searching for a smile.
again.
Learning to fight.
Learning to kill.
And don’t have to be afraid.
Learning to be strong.
Learning to survive.
Is that a life?
Would you help them?
To live?
To be happy?
And enjoy there life’s?
To pick up there life’s?
And help them out of this nightmare?
Children of the night.
Searching for the light.
Far away.
Searching for the love.
Searching for a smile.
again.
what shall you do...
If you where a war child?
If you must be a murderer?
But deep in yourself...
You don't like it.
You hate your life.
In a life full of war.
Drown in tears, blood and pain.
Each day only cries.
Always but escape for the fear...
To have answer in the middle…
Of that war of pain and fear.
ik had het er al eerder op gezet..maar ik vind het mooi...
kus merle
ik vind het echt heel erg mooi
Children of the night.
Searching for the light.
Far away.
Searching for the love.
Searching for a smile,
again.
In the middle of warriors.
Live children.
The children of the night.
They have pain.
Can’t you see them…
hopeless and alone?
Children of the night.
Searching for the light.
Far away.
Searching for the love.
Searching for a smile.
again.
Learning to fight.
Learning to kill.
And don’t have to be afraid.
Learning to be strong.
Learning to survive.
Is that a life?
Would you help them?
To live?
To be happy?
And enjoy there life’s?
To pick up there life’s?
And help them out of this nightmare?
Children of the night.
Searching for the light.
Far away.
Searching for the love.
Searching for a smile.
again.
what shall you do...
If you where a war child?
If you must be a murderer?
But deep in yourself...
You don't like it.
You hate your life.
In a life full of war.
Drown in tears, blood and pain.
Each day only cries.
Always but escape for the fear...
To have answer in the middle…
Of that war of pain and fear.
ik had het er al eerder op gezet..maar ik vind het mooi...
kus merle
09 aug 2005
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