To young to rock & roll . . .
When I was a little child
I was so afraid of the darkness
there were so many demons
but angels were my guardians
and I did rest in Gods hand
When I was a little child
my world was so small
but outside the apartments door
I didn't want to go
I was so safe in my home
When I was a little child
I only believed in my parents word's
I denied all the other people
who were living in my world
I was just a little child . . .
Who believed in good things
but time passed by
and I grew up
an I know so much more
Life is a strife
with only one end
the deadly end
the mortality of my body
my immortal soul
I rather go to Heaven
that is my last goal
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-04-27 at 09:12
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