A text i wrote when everything fell apart and i wanted things to be good again. Its the first song lyric/poem I've written, so I would like you to comment I so i can make it better.
thanks.
These negative images are haunting my mind
They haven't been kind
They just disappeared, but they haven't been shared
Because they are faired
My thoughts are not self-taught, there is no doubt
I just want to shout
The rose were perfect, but now it have thorns
You've tread on my corns
And now the clouds are getting closer
And I'm asking them to stay
Things has been better, things has been great
To get it back, I must wait
For the birds to sing, for God to ring and say:
I'll make the bad things go away
I want all this to get better in the end
I have to defend
My self from this chaos, which is created by you
I know that is true
You made all this mess to people around
Things to be found
That has to break you down, so you fall
I don't care at all
And now the clouds are getting closer
And I'm asking them to stay
Things has been better, things has been great
To get it back, I must wait
For the birds to sing, for God to ring and say:
I'll make the bad things go away
But now the clouds are dwindling away
I'm not asking them to stay
Things will be better, things will be great
I'll wait for this so-called faith
And now the birds are singing, because God told me:
He'll make the bad things flee
Poetry by Vilde
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Written on 2007-01-13 at 11:08
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These negative images are haunting my mind
They haven't been kind
They just disappeared, but they haven't been shared
Because they are faired
My thoughts are not self-taught, there is no doubt
I just want to shout
The rose were perfect, but now it have thorns
You've tread on my corns
And now the clouds are getting closer
And I'm asking them to stay
Things has been better, things has been great
To get it back, I must wait
For the birds to sing, for God to ring and say:
I'll make the bad things go away
I want all this to get better in the end
I have to defend
My self from this chaos, which is created by you
I know that is true
You made all this mess to people around
Things to be found
That has to break you down, so you fall
I don't care at all
And now the clouds are getting closer
And I'm asking them to stay
Things has been better, things has been great
To get it back, I must wait
For the birds to sing, for God to ring and say:
I'll make the bad things go away
But now the clouds are dwindling away
I'm not asking them to stay
Things will be better, things will be great
I'll wait for this so-called faith
And now the birds are singing, because God told me:
He'll make the bad things flee
Poetry by Vilde
Read 513 times
Written on 2007-01-13 at 11:08
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