Kom til å tenke på denne i dag.
Her er teksten, den hentet jeg herfra:
Young Souls
There will always be Young Souls that can't reform
Tossed into life's storm
They'll try their sails
Before they will be forewarned
When the going comes and just won't let you be
How is it that you see
What will enslave you,, what will set you free?
Give it all away again, just playing for today
Got to go away again and throw it all away
Leaving everything,, moving to another town
Willing to play the clown
Forgetting that each up
Will have a down
Packing a case and carrying my guitar
Look up and see how far
Away up in the sky there hangs a star
Give it all away again, just playing for today
Got to go away again and throw it all away
There will be some folks that never will agree
With the majority
About what is real and what is fantasy
There will always be them folks that can't reform
Tossed into Life's storm
They'll tear their sails before they will conform
Og hadde jeg hatt en sjel, ville den vært relativt gammel.
Edit: Også Languagehat har et flott dikt i dag. Som passer enda bedre for i kveld.
No comments:
Post a Comment