Feeling is believing
Knowing what you do
So if its getting out of hand
Trust, that is the clue
When there is no ground to be seen
And you keep on falling down
Just try to trustr,
If you know what I mean
Perhaps you will not understand
Your eyes are fooling you
But That’s why I came here anyway
To lend a helping hand
Come to me and follow
Away from where darkness rules
I’ll take you to the place
Where people don’t know sorrow
I hope you’ll finally see
What your mind has done
And that you’re own thoughts
Wouldn’t set you free
Here is the light
Here are your friends
Now you know why they told you
That you could win this fight!
[Dit bericht is aangepast door Aragnabite (03-02-2002).]
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Ik vertelde de psychiater dat ik stemmen hoorde. Hij zei mij dat ik goede oren had. - Herman Finkers
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