Mine egne små tekster

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  • Publiceret: 15 aug. 2011
  • Opdateret: 12 mar. 2017
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Her vil jeg skrive mine små tekster. Digte, tanker eller små historier jeg alligevel aldrig for skrevet færdige. Det er underholdende, at se, hvordan min skrivestil har forandret sig gennem de seneste 4 år.

Underligt nok, er dette, dét, jeg er mest stolt af. Måske fordi, det er skrevet med føleleser og ikke hastværk?

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179. Collecting shattered glass.

“Collecting shattered glass” by Sara M.

Melody: “Pieces of Heaven” by Mark Owen

 

Verse 1:

 

I'm outta my mind,

I'll never find,

something that isn't worth giving up.

Worth keeping and caring on.

I need to move,

all I can choose,

is, it's too hard to be giving up.

But I ain't planning to be giving up.

 

Why are the silence dominating,

why isn't funny entertaining?

And if he can laugh, why isn't it a possibility?

 

Chorus:

 

I can find my way out,

of this complicated mess.

All what this is about,

is differences.

And when troubles gone,

and we walk alone,

we seek together,

like we've always done.

Still we're collecting the shattered glass.

 

Verse 2:

 

The tea is cold,

the storys are told.

Every word is spoken yet.

We won't remember, and we won't forget.

Darkness is rising,

we're apologizing,

all that we ever did wrong.

Just before it all goes wrong.

 

Where do I go when I'm free?

Isn't there a place I should be?

And if he can laugh, why isn't it a possibility?

 

Chorus:

 

I can find my way out,

of this complicated mess.

All what this is about,

is differences.

And when troubles gone,

and we walk alone,

we seek together,

like we've always done.

Still we're collecting the shattered glass.

 

Solo:

 

The needs.. seems.. to be smaller than bigger.. We.. need.. to think bigger than before.

 

Ending:

 

I can find my way out,

of this complicated mess.

I can find my way out,

of this complicated mess.

All what this is about,

is differences.

And when troubles gone,

and we walk alone,

we seek together,

like we've always done.

Still we're collecting the shattered glass.

 

Still we're collecting the shattered glass.

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