The crying wolf is standing on a mountain,
Life is floating out of her heart,
She hates the world so cruel,
The hurt is playing his part.
Out of the woods, under the full moon,
She’s so alone, she’s crying,
Life is to hard, it’s no fun at all,
Her heart was already dying.
But out off the woods, comes a shadow,
A dark shadow out of the blue,
She was looking, and really surpriced,
But she didn’t know what to do.
It’s a girl, she crying, and all wet from the rain,
She looked me in the eyes,
Really pretty blue eyes staring at me,
But she’s crying, that’s not what I want to see.
I started to walk, almost with her,
With her I wanted to be,
She touched me and gave me a hug,
Finaly I saw the beautiful smile I wanted to see…
[Dit bericht is aangepast door Crying Wolf (16-09-2001).]
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