donderdag 15 maart 2012

The traces of love we leave behind

A thousand times it seems before i started my journey i did laugh
A thousand times it seems my feet did walk this same path
A thousant times it seems i thought i already have been here before
A thousand times it seems and always my feet bring me back to the same door
A thousand times it seems you can follow the important track back into the past that is coverd with love along the way.
Love was there in the begining love was there at the end.
Yes giving and recieving love that is what makes us human,
those feelings makes we want to hold on wanting to stay.
Makes us not only cold stone figures made out of clay.

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