vrijdag 5 december 2025

When the sun goes down

I want to to taste the rain when it's still fresh
I want to see the sun when it is still alive
I want to see the darkness fade untill it ends

and shake it when the morning comes, I will
then go, healed and rid of all my terror when
I saw the sun go down and I knew

life had no more place to live

(c) JR. 2025