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Die titel sal wees ‘Ons’
En met ‘n hoofletter begin
Want dit verwys na geen ander, behalwe ons s’n

Twee versreels in elke strofe
‘n Verteenwoordigend van ek en jy
Nooit sonder mekaar, nooit gebroke
Nooit net ek, nooit net jy

Paarrym, kruisrym, selfs omarmde rym
‘n Span
Pas saam, vleg saam, is goed saam, wen saam
Nooit so gebroke soos gebroke rym

Woorde soos ”vriendskap”, ”liefde”, ”sielsgenoot”
En ”verewig” sal lewe aan die gedig gee
Met metafore wat aanpas by die blou lug en ‘n stil see

Groen en geel blare
Met ‘n hemelse verskeidenheid kleure
Van blomme op die aarde
Met ‘n hemelse verskeidenheid geure

‘n Enkele afsluiting met ”Ons”
Want jy’s my begin en my einde
Wat ook al in die middel geskied
Ek bly ewig joune, en jy bly ewig myne

If I have ever failed to bow down
To You
Even for a day
I’m falling on my knees
Right now
Hoping that You listen
To what I have to say:

For twenty-three years
Passed
From hand to hand
And with every new set
The old ones disappeared

For twenty-three years
Life
Felt like one big mess
The loss
The grief
The hatred
The anger
The uncertainty
To say the least

For twenty-three years
Blessings
Were bestowed upon me
And with each of those
A sacrifice was made to Thee

I regard You as my only
Father
Not just spiritually,
But humanly
There was never another

And even though You blessed me with
Two substitute mothers
Everybody knows
The soul and heart of a young girl
Yearns
To be with her biological mother

And even though she, too, was
Ripped
From my life
Too soon
You still blessed me with a brother

One person whom I’ve come to
Believe

Will stay throughout my lifetime

One person whom I’ve come to
Believe

Will not be taken from me

One person whom I’ve come to
Believe

Will not come to the end of his life
Before I’ve reached the peak of mine

But all those believes mean

Nothing!

Nothing!

Nothing!

When I see his dying soul
Through those cold
Confused eyes

When I watch him
Barely
Holding on
His hands slipping and I can’t pull him back

When he gasps for breath
And his body screams for help

If I have ever failed to bow down
To You
Even for a day
I’m falling on my hands and knees
This very day

Begging You

Hear my plea

Hear my cry

Please!

Bring him back to life

You said you needed a finger
That one of mine would suffice (It wasn’t enough)
I went and cut off my hand
And later bore the price (But it wasn’t enough)
You said you needed a foot
That mine was way too small (It would never be enough)
So I cut off both my feet
And later had to crawl (But it still wasn’t enough)
You said you needed a lung
That you were short of one (It wasn’t enough)
I gave you one of mine
Well, then, I was short of one (Yet, it wasn’t enough)
Before you needed anything else
I ripped my heart from my chest (Maybe that would be enough)
But you looked at me and said: ”Actually,
I’m in need of something else’