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Feb 2015
My eyes were open, but was I really able to see?
Whatever they decide, this is who and what you'll have to be
Born and raised under strict sunny African skies
I was who I wanted to be, please remember that the day that I die

My past is drawn closer with real words from the heart
Closing the gap between everything that moved us apart
Mistakes are made, some never forgiven
Deep down inside we all have scars we want to keep hidden

Deeper and deeper I dig for ink to keep on explaining
But alone I stand here and you dance while it's raining
Tears of joy rolling down my face with a heart filled with pain
Someday's I crave the feeling of slow dances with you on a train

Why the sad feelings again? Now with less words to speak
I'm smothered with emotions it's getting harder to breath
Your beauty burns my eyes and smashes my breath away
When I think about you everything seems so vague and fades away like mist on a cold winters day
Willem Boonzaier
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Willem Boonzaier  29/Johannesburg - SA
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