I'm standing alone on a high hill
Sometimes it makes me ill
I'm looking maybe as big and strong
But this is probably wrong
A small gust of wind could sweep me away
I ask myself: When will come this day?
The reason I'm still standing is you
You're like my roots - that's why I want to thank you
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Michel Rösli.
Published on e-Stories.org on 15.10.2005.
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