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Weak

I might look weak with this crippled face
And must fight hard for my cure each day
A brand new life for me to build
Lost all my dreams whom stay unfilled

They think I'm drowning in my tears
that I'm stuck in pain and in fears
But they don't know that after the rain
I believe there'll be sunshine again

So I might be small and looking weak
But I survived that cancer in my cheeck
And see, after reverses I'm still around
inconceivable much love is what I found

For me I've got new dreams to fill
And in the end all scars will heal
You'll see, I'll flowering up again
Cancer don't always means 'the end'

So open your heart, open your eyes
Open your soul, and realize
How rich you are, with all you can do
Enjoy your life, and make your dreams come true

Engelse gedicht door: De onbekende dichter

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