07/06/2014
My friend the death
Burry the joy
Burry the fear
Here I go, on my own
I’m living in the dark
And now my fear has grown
I see the light and turn my back
But who is it, who frightens me ?
Who burries me, unearthes me ?
Still staring at the grave
Looking for every mistake
Feeling sorry for what I gave
Running away for my own sake
Should I cry one more time ?
Will it break all the pain ?
And atone for my crime ?
I will give all my fears to the past
I will break the chains of sadness
For life is too fast
To stay in distress
I will give all my joy to future
I will burry the past with all my fears
For pride isn’t the cure
To my folly and tears…
Eva Dor, 6 juin 2014
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