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What a revelation

23. november 201515. november 2015 ~ Flygtige Ord ~ Skriv kommentar

What a moving revelation,
what a marvellous temptation,
what a splendid way to test,
that you really are the best.

But don’t forget to wonder,
when life will dim your thunder,
that someday its to late,
to wipe and clean the slate.

Yet time

9. november 20154. november 2015 ~ Flygtige Ord ~ Skriv kommentar

You can still capture your dream,
there’s yet time, it ain’t to late,
I am sure you know what I mean
so shed all doubt and seize your fate.

Years without disdain

21. oktober 20154. november 2015 ~ Flygtige Ord ~ Skriv kommentar

I remember being young,
listening to Lennon and
some other song.

It was a time without sorrow,
there was never any pain,
nothing was in vain and
I had everything to gain

Where did you go, years without disdain?

Dont bow for life

7. oktober 20154. november 2015 ~ Flygtige Ord ~ Skriv kommentar

They were both in their prime,
but could not quite make life rime,
no one ever showed them how,
told them not to give up and bow.

Time to walk away

6. oktober 20154. november 2015 ~ Flygtige Ord ~ Skriv kommentar

Have you lost all your wit,
and your wife throws a fit,
perhaps it’s time to walk away,
there’s no reason you should stay.

You could try to mend and nurse,
but things will only get worse,
so trying to counsel and fight,
will only make you stray from the light.

Molly

25. september 20154. november 2015 ~ Flygtige Ord ~ Skriv kommentar

Molly walked down the store,
thought it was quite a boring chore,
for she had been there many times before.

Utopia

23. september 201514. september 2015 ~ Flygtige Ord ~ Skriv kommentar

I long to live in utopia,
was never meant for our world.
I do my best and try to be tough,
but it just never seems enough.

If we part

18. september 201510. september 2015 ~ Flygtige Ord ~ Skriv kommentar

My happiness depends on you,
so please don’t break my heart,
for I would not know where to start,
if we did ever part.

Standing in the dark

17. september 20159. september 2015 ~ Flygtige Ord ~ Skriv kommentar

I’ve got nothing bad to say,
but sometimes life just runs away.
Leaves you standing in the dark,
having lost all passion and spark.

Life to blame

16. september 20158. september 2015 ~ Flygtige Ord ~ Skriv kommentar

The world has changed me,
I am not the same,
life is probably to blame.

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