Ik had al behoorlijk lang niet meer geschreven. Na een geweldige zomer, met veel nieuwe bijzondere mensen, had ik vandaag weer zin om te schrijven. Na er bijna twee jaar in te hebben geschreven zijn nu ook de laatste twee pagina's bijna vol.
Dit wordt zo ongeveer de laatste die ik er in staat:
What is it that people say,
when their darling is having a crappy day.
They say girl I've got your back,
though their hearts are fine their voices crack.
You say okay I'll remember that,
Thankyou you're a damn good lad.
So please now go and leave me,
don't make your words deceive me.
But my darling, I've got your back,
your toes, your fingers,
your heart where my head lingers.
So my little fighter, I've got your back,
your sword your flag,
just take my hand don't make me begg.
You say today my skies are black,
but it's just a star they lack
So trust me when I say,
the sun only takes a short holiday.
Those are only pretty words,
like the song of the humming birds.
but when you think I don't mean it,
I say believe me girl I've seen it.
But my darling, I've got your back,
your toes, your fingers,
your heart where my head lingers.
So my little fighter, I've got your back,
your sword your flag,
just take my hand don't make me begg.
So believe me when I'm saying,
hard work will be paying.
Believe yourself when you're thinking,
this ship can't be sinking.
You say okay, I'll remember that,
thankyou you're a damn fine lad.
I now do believe you when you say,
the sun only takes a short holiday.
So darling you've got your back,
your toes, legs and fingers,
your heart where my head still lingers.
Oh my little fighter, I've got your back,
your sword, your flag.
so please take my hand don't make me begg.
