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...
... :]
*Lunos gekonnt ignoiert, indem sie die Bilddarstellung im Browser deaktiviert*
Schön er Tag heute, nicht wahr? x3 Schon zweimal Wäsche aufgehängt und Spazieren gewesen. x3
"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."
Oh doch. :,3
Ich lass mich doch nicht von dir mit irgendwelchen Bildchen irritieren. D<
Oh, das tut mir leid. :,<
"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."
Hab ich auch grad gesehen. xD
Aber danke fürs Bescheidsagen. :,3
Achso, was spielst du denn?
"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."
"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."