I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
I sing for my people, I sing for my friends
I sing for justice, so that the world finally ends
I sing for my father who rests high above
and also for my mother who I deeply love
But as I sing I wonder, what is it for?
when there is no one who sings for me anymore...
So, eine Runde Minigolf... und dann wieder ran ans Projekt. Urks.
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
...Ich brauche ihm wohl kein FA mehr zu machen, wenn er es dann eh wieder ablehnt oder nicht beachtet. Naja, egal. .__.
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
Hach, auch wenn es nur so eine Klapperkiste ist, was würde ich bloß ohne dieses Fahrrad machen? Streikt so lange ihr wollt, ich bin unverwundbar! D<
Und dieser Quark ist deliziös, den mache ich jetzt immer so. :>
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