Don't ask me about who this person is, 'cause I don't know...
and I know I will always remember them by heart.
It was his words that made me wanna fight.
Fight against the ones who think they are the ones
who are right.
Fight against the ones that put others down.
He was the one I wanted to be like.
Even though it's a long time since he walked away,
I still hear people talk about him like the devil himself,
spit out his name like a bad taste.
Just because he was a man who never faked,
always was the one he one he wanted to be,
and said what he had to say.
And as I watch the broken flowers on his descrated grave,
tears are falling down my face,
when I think
the prize he had to pay,
was bigger than any man should be able to pay.
Poetry by Fredrika
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Written on 2008-06-03 at 18:33
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As I watch the broken flowers
I hear his words echoing in my head,and I know I will always remember them by heart.
It was his words that made me wanna fight.
Fight against the ones who think they are the ones
who are right.
Fight against the ones that put others down.
He was the one I wanted to be like.
Even though it's a long time since he walked away,
I still hear people talk about him like the devil himself,
spit out his name like a bad taste.
Just because he was a man who never faked,
always was the one he one he wanted to be,
and said what he had to say.
And as I watch the broken flowers on his descrated grave,
tears are falling down my face,
when I think
the prize he had to pay,
was bigger than any man should be able to pay.
Poetry by Fredrika
Read 497 times
Written on 2008-06-03 at 18:33
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