Your time is a living time
|Als tog min morfar.
Als tog min bästa vän.
"No one has survived so far"
Jag kommer aldrig bli mig själv igen.
"Little baby, don't you cry"
Three weeks later i stand by your grave and whispered a goodbye.
"I'll be alright."
I saw your face in the candle light.
"Grandpa gonna be just fine.
Please stop cry little grandchild of mine.
I'll be the first survivor in world.
You know, your granddad is a fighter.
I'll will not let me down fall of the sickness sword.
See, the road will be mutch brighter"
He's eyes told me.
The way is small and cold.
I don't walk alone, i have a friend who holds my hand.
But every step i take to see your grave.
Makes me wanna cry.
I can't stop think that what you've gone trough is very brave.
To just let yourself down and die.
So many lies you've said.
But i'm not so stupid that i could not see.
That that thing that you would survive...
You know that you would die, but you lied for me...
So now a little soldier walk on earth.
Knows the meaning to live like nothing else is worth.
Is a living time.
|smuttsigflicka - 8 jul 09 - 18:18
|riktigt bra, särkilt slutet!
Min duktiga lilla poet :)<33
|love_you_too - 6 jul 09 - 11:40
|väldigt bra skrivet, gillar slutet skarpt