dont look at at me like a Jackaroo ...
and think i,m ivied with imperfection...
cause i am ...
everyone is..
im just practicize maximize...
in life..
on my road towards and with him wich is
is here and eternity....
i,m tired of human acting swinish...
i,m tired of not fitting in because of colour...
i,m tired of Ramparts of intelectuals spreating vanishing things .
just to be a parisch-pump moment credit reseaver....like ""Ramses""..
twistings truth while people getting miserable
I,m tired of people saying i Love you ..
but turn around,and.......
dont let me start..
go away ...SATAN in the name of JEZUS..
dont worry i will go my own way ...
i dont belong to a group
only the flock of sheeps...
i dont belong to a group ..
i dont like clicks...
and i dont want to..
at the end...
with my head bowed down...
infront of my creator..
no colour will stand beside me...
i will express it vociferous....
you find it in the good things...
you can find it in a stangersmile passing you by outside...
you find it in the hearts of beautifull people....
you can find it in nature....
Most of all you can find it in you...
Great GOd creator......
oh you what would i do...
without you Great lord ...
in my moments of lonelyness..
i crawl to you......
i realise...
in the mess ..
messy messy madness...
the slimy pave...
when its good..
its good ...
when its nice its nice...
when its love ..
its it treu ...
(to be continued)
and think i,m ivied with imperfection...
cause i am ...
everyone is..
im just practicize maximize...
in life..
on my road towards and with him wich is
is here and eternity....
i,m tired of human acting swinish...
i,m tired of not fitting in because of colour...
i,m tired of Ramparts of intelectuals spreating vanishing things .
just to be a parisch-pump moment credit reseaver....like ""Ramses""..
twistings truth while people getting miserable
I,m tired of people saying i Love you ..
but turn around,and.......
dont let me start..
go away ...SATAN in the name of JEZUS..
dont worry i will go my own way ...
i dont belong to a group
only the flock of sheeps...
i dont belong to a group ..
i dont like clicks...
and i dont want to..
at the end...
with my head bowed down...
infront of my creator..
no colour will stand beside me...
i will express it vociferous....
you find it in the good things...
you can find it in a stangersmile passing you by outside...
you find it in the hearts of beautifull people....
you can find it in nature....
Most of all you can find it in you...
Great GOd creator......
oh you what would i do...
without you Great lord ...
in my moments of lonelyness..
i crawl to you......
i realise...
in the mess ..
messy messy madness...
the slimy pave...
when its good..
its good ...
when its nice its nice...
when its love ..
its it treu ...
(to be continued)