Playground, schoolbell rings again. Rainclouds come to play, again. Has no one told you, she's not breathing? Hello, im your mind, giving bạn someone to talk to, hello.
If i smile and dont believe, soon i know, i'll wake from this dream.
Don't try to fix me, im not broken!
Hello, im the lie living for you, so bạn can hide, dont cry.....
Suddenly i know, im not sleeping, hello, im still here!
.....all that's left.....of yesterday......
xin chào everyone. Just wanted bạn to know about this song, even if bạn dont know what its about, somehow it makes bạn feel sad...... Just look up the song and bạn will know what i mean.....
If i smile and dont believe, soon i know, i'll wake from this dream.
Don't try to fix me, im not broken!
Hello, im the lie living for you, so bạn can hide, dont cry.....
Suddenly i know, im not sleeping, hello, im still here!
.....all that's left.....of yesterday......
xin chào everyone. Just wanted bạn to know about this song, even if bạn dont know what its about, somehow it makes bạn feel sad...... Just look up the song and bạn will know what i mean.....
Nothing Remains
© Joni Jefferson
Innocent eyes and sweet laughter – now vacant and empty
Staring into a dark void
Hot tears on my pillow
Scared to fight
Too young to understand
Cold hands everywhere – holding, touching, hurting
Rape and perversion
Blood – sweat – on my clothes
Hatred – confusion – disgust
Night after night, week after week, năm after year
No longer a child – only an object
Silence – no dreams – no sleep
So many missing years
So many forgotten memories
All virtue – goodness – happiness gone
Childhood stolen – innocence murdered
Only pain and sadness remained
The child is gone – the child is dead
Nothing else remains
Source: The Child Is Gone – The Child Is Dead, Rape Poems link
© Joni Jefferson
Innocent eyes and sweet laughter – now vacant and empty
Staring into a dark void
Hot tears on my pillow
Scared to fight
Too young to understand
Cold hands everywhere – holding, touching, hurting
Rape and perversion
Blood – sweat – on my clothes
Hatred – confusion – disgust
Night after night, week after week, năm after year
No longer a child – only an object
Silence – no dreams – no sleep
So many missing years
So many forgotten memories
All virtue – goodness – happiness gone
Childhood stolen – innocence murdered
Only pain and sadness remained
The child is gone – the child is dead
Nothing else remains
Source: The Child Is Gone – The Child Is Dead, Rape Poems link