When
When it's all about war
When it's all about tears
When it's all about guns
When it's all about fears
Where does it go,
what can we take.
Where can we care for,
before the world breaks.
When everything is lost.
When people are dying.
When everything is a mess.
When we can't stop crying.
We can save it,
this isn't the end.
With everbody together,
there is noting we can't.
© Copyright Alisa Beudeker
Ingezonden door
Alisa Beudeker
Geplaatst op
13-04-2009
Over dit gedicht
Er is altijd slecht nieuws op tv er is altijd oorlog, hoe lossen we dit op?