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Break out... from the mist and the net entwined from mistakes and sorrow, you say it Break out and let the feelings loose type a word or two that will help you too Break out... from a nest where you are prisoner, open up your wings an fly up to the freedom Fly and let out your feelings let out all what is bothering you in the deepest of your heart Break out... tell us your feelings, they aren't without meanings everything has it's place and the faith playing it's roll It leads us the good or the bad way It doesn't let us stay not a moment on the same place Break out... show your guts, what you are made of courage and strength so much you could share with one weaker as you Faithful to friendship Faithful to sisterhood We are all here, sitting in the same boat Should we let it sink or shall we sail away to the beautiful sunset and praise the moon Dreamer Back to top.

Feelings, of anger, frustration feelings with love for one and other Hurting without knowledge for better or for worse Feelings, so strong, exploding feelings of compassion for one and other Tearing with sisterly love for better or for worse Feelings, distress, short of breath feelings of longing for one and other Crying for something gone for better or the worse Dreamer Back to top. Queen Of Streets Year 1977 She was the queen of the streets year was 1977 she was the queen of broken hearts the trace she leaved behind her tearful and so sad Today you look at her face so bleached from that sunburn of the past a shadow of her yesterday a beauty still but not the same The shimmer in her eyes is gone leaving a dark shadow in it's place The queen of the streets had a smile on her face wonders and beauty that still in manys mind amaze She was a beauty, without any doubt looking at her, you didn't gave a second thought For sure she was a winner even with her beauty from the inner She knew it herself her beauty recorded in photos of many peoples shelves Memories of a happy youth to hard to be remembered hurting so badly today with the shadow of truth mirror is not lying, she can see the lost lost of her young soft skin replaced with a mask so thin Wrinkles to much visible the glass wouldn't hide her she just want to flew away time felt rotten in where she stayed Could she use her brain gain her youth again build a time-machine go back and live within the life of the Queen of the streets where that all begin year was1977 Dreamer Back to top. Golden Age Times of the Golden age gone by long now I wish.... I could had lived then had that experience Ladies with long dresses Gentlemen's always correct Golden age Please come back Walking in the park Ladies.... with fancy hats and umbrellas flowering with laces that is what amazes me a girl from today longing for the Golden age Dreamer Back to top.