Pierre Rausch

Rookie (24.01.1982 / Luxembourg)

In Our Mansion At A Hill Of The Valley - Poem by Pierre Rausch

Father, left, in a theft on our way back home,
On a sunday ride crusade

Dad passed away, on a return drive crash
The corset laced to it

The forefather said goodye, at a return
crusade

Fire away!
In our mansion at a hill of the valley

Father, I miss you
You can't come back
Dad, it isn't just hurt

Fire away!
In our mansion at a hill of the valley

Where life restrains, father passed away
In a crash, on any way,

Fire away!
I wondered why,
Promoters create life
Fire away!
A mansion at a hill of the valley

Fire away!
I wondered why,
Promoters create life
Fire away!
A mansion at a hill of the valley

When you wake up, when you are gone,
The girdle strung inside

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013


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