Sometime we do not get much tenderness in life.
We call our life a game, but who plays?
As if a chord of time was struck, rising a cloud of down and feathers,
And so, destiny leads me on, until my heart begins to ache!
On looking back we see that our youth is gone.
A look of hate from some, while others have their jobs to do...
And the pain of unrequited love is the firt to greet the morning.
I choke with maddness - it seems I"ll die!..
But ther"s still hope for breath of love
Whilst like before the East gives us the dawn!
Why do we hurry to meet the sunset and count the length of days?
When do old-old friends surround us?!
But just on farewall days - and so tomorrow wouldn"t matter...
With whome I"ll break the bread and drink the blood of Christ!
Sometimes we dont get much tenderness in life
© Copyright: Diplomat12, 2000
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