The way back home
The way back home
She’s walking down the street.
listening to a song,
and staring at her feet.
sick of the mask she’s wearing she mumbles,
this doesn’t feel right
i need to change
so she screamed,
god!! Are you there?
can you help me please?
I don’t know which way to go
can you help me find a piece,
a piece of myself
can you lead me back to home…?
She continue’s her walk
thinking of what went wrong
of wat she has to do
to remove that mask from her face
’cause she can’t be the victim forever
and this isn’t just a phase..
so she screamed,
god!! Are you there?
can you help me please?
I don’t know which way to go
can you help me find a piece,
a piece of myself
can you lead me back to home…?
What is she missing?
she’s wasting her life
what is she doing?
there is something wrong
so she screamed,
god!! Are you there?
can you help me please?
I don’t know which way to go
can you help me find a piece,
a piece of myself
can you lead me back to home…?
oh god,
can you please
lead me back to home
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Mooi geschreven
5 jaar geledenWow. Ik dicht zelf ook maar dan in het nederlands. Normaal ssprekn engelse gedichten me niet aan. Maar deze zijn echt goed
1 decennium geledenwow :o:o:o:o:o fantastic goed gevonden
1 decennium geleden*geschreven ^^
1 decennium geledenzo mooi ... <3
1 decennium geleden