Real living is bad living,
ain't forgiving, is living without care.
When you embrace the heart,
your touch plays a different part.
Making me believe,
in a life, without you near me.
When you are so far, you can't crawl back.
Just look inside your heart and see.
All you once left behind,
is now living in a dream.
You will find me, a real me.
Just see me, how I fill your dreams.
Fighting yourself into freedom.
All you need is trust in life.
The wurst thing can change.
Like the way you changed for me.
Call it friendship, a helping hand.
If you need someone to lean on,
look back in the heart.
Toegevoegd door walter op ma 10 apr, 2006 9:47 am