Bebo

Pan <kablaamee>

"Go not gently into that good night, but rage, rage, at the dying of the light"

	New Happiness (28 Jan)	19 dagen geleden
	I'm done with excuses I've run out of time I've wallowed in sorrow And spent the night cryin' I've floundered in darkness in sight of the light If I am to live, then now is the time. Oh you knew I loved you I'm crying out to be led through the valleys of darkness these pits full of fears. I only know one thing for sure, I know I don't belong here. When I was younger things went untold. I built up a hard front, I acted quite bold. My feelings were strangers, interpreted none, I felt treated more like a daughter and less like a son. I was only a youngster when I fell in love My heart touched another's outside of my home My passion was fragile, obsession quite real. I followed my lover's dream till the end. My chasm of darkness needs to be filled Recovered feelings from long ago years No one was there to understand, Though as a child I thought like a man. Now I feel both - so young and so old My body more tired and desperate, not bold I've run from the shadows into the night If I am to live, then now is the time.
	geplaatst door Pan