I haven't been here for a while, turned my attention to writing songs. This is a favaroute
These streets once filled with happiness, now draped in pain
How quickly the years they have passed me by
This world is ever changing and I don't know why
but these streets they don't smile anymore, anymore
And i would give up everything just to have the life i did before
And if these streets they could smile just once more, just once more
Then i would love, love the way did before, before I wanted more
These streets these people, so much has changed
Yesterday they were my heroes, now they seem strange
Why couldn't I be happy, why did i want more, wanted more
Now I am left alone fighting this internal war
but these streets they don't smile anymore, anymore
And i would give up everything just to have the life i did before
And if these streets they could smile just once more, just once more
Then i would love, love the way did before, before I wanted more
I am taking a walk down memory lane
i stand here the keeper of my own pain
Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2013-01-10 at 12:06
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Memory Lane
I am taking a walk down memory laneThese streets once filled with happiness, now draped in pain
How quickly the years they have passed me by
This world is ever changing and I don't know why
but these streets they don't smile anymore, anymore
And i would give up everything just to have the life i did before
And if these streets they could smile just once more, just once more
Then i would love, love the way did before, before I wanted more
These streets these people, so much has changed
Yesterday they were my heroes, now they seem strange
Why couldn't I be happy, why did i want more, wanted more
Now I am left alone fighting this internal war
but these streets they don't smile anymore, anymore
And i would give up everything just to have the life i did before
And if these streets they could smile just once more, just once more
Then i would love, love the way did before, before I wanted more
I am taking a walk down memory lane
i stand here the keeper of my own pain
Poetry by Willem
Read 576 times
Written on 2013-01-10 at 12:06
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