Een van mijn laatste baksels
You killed me with your books
and your scientific looks
Silenced me to mute
and added phylosofical dilute
to all the things I've done
and all the hearts I've won
you played out my part
and teared out my heart
Although my name is written
in every single line
of this complicated life
you made yourself a shrine
Has your wisdom whizzled you
has your ego become an ism
will you ever learn
that I'm the cure for schism
Where is the love I gave you
what did you do with all
Where's the man that was you
Did he make you fall?
Evermore I seek you
but you tend to shy away
from all the things I have to offer
you try to run away
And I don't know what else to do
to get your attention
To break through to you
and show my affection
Hear my cry of love
and see the stains of blood
feel the outstretched arms
of an everloving God
En waar blijven jouw gedichten vaneccles?
