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zondag 11 juli 2010


Please pry my beautiful darling
Please don’t hold back
Please pry on
You’re so full of grace

Oh yes I can move that boulder
But we have to act fast for I’m growing older
From birth we are inoculated with mortality
Which ends with our death

Dreams are wasted
Tears fused with the untameable
Fury and fire
Birth and desires
Nestled so quietly
in the hearts of the brave

We lost it all
In the vicinity of the weeping willow tree
sold it all for a tranquil soul
And a gods decree

Angels with broken wings
who fell in the mire
Now sing songs of their disgrace
Their skin’s pale
from inside radiates the loss of dignity
You can see that it’s all written over their faces


Here I am
Sometimes tall
Mostly small
Hopeful tearful and ignored
I’ve felt it all

I want to fly
This introduction
might end up unheard
but at least I’ll try

I found seclusion beneath the sheets
I harvested tranquillity behind closed drapes
I found magic in an introspective journey
I tapped into the black void and saw infinity beyond

I am the gun who says hello
I am the bullet who asks which way to go
I am Joshua between four bare walls
I am Daniel in an empty cup
I kissed loneliness
And had to ask which way is up

I’m falling
I’m falling
On a bed of stars
I close my eyes
And there you are

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