maandag 19 november 2012

a small breath of depression

Is there something on the next horizon?
Is there sweetness in my future?
Will I ever hug my own son?
Or is death all I'll have to endure?
Will my friends come by my grave?
And will they dance or will they cry?
And will I have a soul to save?
Or am I doomed to fry?

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