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Sander Sweeneu
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In Your Head
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taekwondo, gitaar, keyboard, computer, lezen
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Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.
Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?
He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.
Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?
His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.
He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.
But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.
For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.
Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.
What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?
The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.
Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?
He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.
Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?
His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.
He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.
But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.
For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.
Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.
What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?
The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.
My name is: Sander
I am 17
I play the guitar already for 7 years
My sport is: Taekwondo
Ligt and Darkness are both very different..
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Ik heb eens een docente geknuffeld.
1 decennium geledenWeddenschap aangenomen.
1 decennium geledenDank je voor het compliment. (: Haha, ik weet het, ik ben gek. Lol.
1 decennium geledenNu hier nog mijn ouders mee overhalen. *kijkt fluitend weg*
1 decennium geledenIk dat geval kun je ook een keer langskomen. ^^
1 decennium geledenWrijft over de kan. 'Nouhou, ik wil dat er een geest uit komt,' mompel ik na een tijdje als er niets uit komt. Nog geen seconde later komt de geest eruit. 'Nu mag je eens wens doen,' zegt Sander. 'Nee, ze heeft al een wens gedaan, namelijk dat ik er uit kom,' zegt de geest.
'Nee,' roepen we samen. 'Tsja, zo is het leven,' zegt de geest en hij gaat we de kan in.
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