zondag 16 september 2012

You'll find shelter,
under the branches of the trees,
Like angels they look down on you,
Their eyes are fair like snow.
Like a child you'll run again,
away from the sound, to embrace the river.
Like a child your draw again,
the wind makes your flowers shiver.
But the dreams are different,
they don't lit up the night.
The light of day puts them down,
and makes them seem alone.
That tree you loved so much,
seems so much smaller now you're there.
All things seemed so bright back then,
in your thoughts.
But can't we be that child again?
She still lives in our hearts.
Can't we see the trees again,
the way we did before?
They're still there, They're still there,
for us.

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