Hoffnung

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Dachte alles wär' verloren,                                                                                                                                     alles wär' vorbei,                                                                                                                                                  zerstört, zerbrochen, kaputt                                                                                                                                         - für immer...

Nichts war mehr hell,                                                                                                                                                       nichts mehr schön,                                                                                                                                                        nur noch grau                                                                                                                                                                 und verlassen.

Konnte nicht lachen,                                                                                                                                                  konnte nicht fühlen,                                                                                                                                                 nichts hatte einen Sinn,                                                                                                                                            doch dann kamst du.




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