The four year old
Geplaatst: 14 mei 2010 10:13
Near my house there is a road
I go there every day
If you walk it, walk alone
You might meet some strangers on your way
At night the road is filled
With mysterious smoke and smells
“You must hold your breath,”
My momma says, as we walk along the road
Sometimes when I walk the road
I look up at the trees
I imagine people living there, whispering
“Come with me!”
One night when I was alone
I got out of bed
“It is eleven o’clock”
My Disney alarm clock said
I slid in my slippers
And walked down the stairs, all by myself
All alone
I put on my yellow jacket
While I was walking towards the road
I already saw myself walking
In my jacket every night,
Checking if the trees were all right
Now I must warn you,
I must say
Because I can’t omit this
That night, when I walked the road (it’s more a path, a path, it is)
I did not come back
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Met dank aan pbrouwers die me met wat kleine dingetjes heeft geholpen (:
I go there every day
If you walk it, walk alone
You might meet some strangers on your way
At night the road is filled
With mysterious smoke and smells
“You must hold your breath,”
My momma says, as we walk along the road
Sometimes when I walk the road
I look up at the trees
I imagine people living there, whispering
“Come with me!”
One night when I was alone
I got out of bed
“It is eleven o’clock”
My Disney alarm clock said
I slid in my slippers
And walked down the stairs, all by myself
All alone
I put on my yellow jacket
While I was walking towards the road
I already saw myself walking
In my jacket every night,
Checking if the trees were all right
Now I must warn you,
I must say
Because I can’t omit this
That night, when I walked the road (it’s more a path, a path, it is)
I did not come back
____________________________________
Met dank aan pbrouwers die me met wat kleine dingetjes heeft geholpen (: