There's nothing wrong little brotherWhat is your light in the dark? An object? A thought? A dream maybe?
My light in the dark is a wonderfull dream you may have heard about before.
A dream wich will make you cry in the morning after having it.
A dream wich will make you feel invincible when thinking about it.
A dream wich will make you wanna die, because of the pain you sufferd after having that dream.
A white room.
It had a big window in the far end of the room.
It even had white curtains wich moved a littl because of a breeze from the open window.
But there was a white bed.
There were people in the room, standing before the bed.
It was my family.
But then something moved in the bed.
A women stepped outside her bed.
It was my sister.
She was actually standing.
I was shocked.
But then she asked, ''What is wrong Chris?''
I couldn't help holding my tears. Seeing my sister, wich died from Multiple Sclerosis, was now standing and talking right before me.
I ran to her and hugged her tightly. with the feeling of never letting
Across the StreetI wonder myself every single day.
''What if you walk beside me every day?''
How am I to know who you are? Do I know you? Do you know me?
Eager to know who you are and where we could meet, I don't want to find myself in my own pool of misery again.
It's not up to me taking the first step anymore in searching for the one. It seems that every step I take, takes me back to where I was standing.
I think I should wait.
For someone who actually wants me.
I have a blueprint in my head.
Of a girl.
I see her face, but forget it at the same time.
But everytime it's the same.
''Would you be standing across the street?''
A bringer of peace