I'm going up the stears of heaven
but they seem to end in hell
as fast as I can
I run and fall but am glad
that it's not my sole I have to sell
I am crawling around in darkness
Trying to find the light
you give me a lamp
and switch it on
so I can go on with my fight
Now I'm back in life again
At least that's how it seems
I can feel
And make a smile again
Something I first
could only see in dreams
Laura, 14-1-02
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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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