Looking at the black sky
Trying to forget
All the things that happened
Waiting for the sun
I’m staring at the stars
Who twinkle trough the night
As little lamps
While i’m waiting
I try to look after myself
I try to find the real me
And to face my thoughts
as the sun rises,
and it shines over the mountains
I understand that
I am who I allways wanted to be
alacairion: dankje voor de hulp bij het vertalen van bepaalde zinnen en het verbeteren van het gedicht
