My shield and He, on who I trust.
Speechless of my silent accord,
the hand thats search the wicked truth.
I must have the will to find my elements.
Pain is not pleasure of beauty.
It is a big sense of lost,
do I have lost my Angel?
Lay all my doubts to rest
I will sleep tonight,
and may my dreams to be realized ?
I am a man whose dreams are dissorted
like a crystal starrless night,
the kingdom of my fears is legacy.
Now it is time to say I am sorry,
sleeping without the storm
I still losing my faith.
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begeef ik mij weer op een vreemd engels gedicht, kmoet er maar mee stoppen.
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vows are spoken to be broken, feelings are intense, words are trivial, pleasures remain, so does the pain, words are meaningless and forgettable
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