I´m standing in the rain.
Tears of rain touch my face.
Nobody knows that I cry.
Nobody knows that I want to die.

My heart thumps everyday.
My legs lost the way.
My lungs breathe hard.
My tears are falling down.

I´m ill from my feelings.
I´m ill from this world.
Why is everything falling?
Why I feel so small?

Small for everybody,
like a little bee.
Love can fill my body,
but friends can´t give it to me.

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refugee  11. 5. 2009 19:55
pekné ale čo tá prvá strofa ??????????
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