Gedichten: Waiting
Standing in the rain
Waiting for the sun
Is this the end of all my pain
or has it just began
I wish that someone could be there,
someone to take my hand
but the more I think about it
the less I understand.
Waiting for the sun
Is this the end of all my pain
or has it just began
I wish that someone could be there,
someone to take my hand
but the more I think about it
the less I understand.