thinking about what I did to people

and what people did to me

referring to weight, seen on a scale of justice

is it an honor not being able to forget - or a bane?

is the impossibility to forgive a bondage of vice?

am I on an elephant´s graveyard?

carrying everything with me, all the time

beyond my power to abandon fate and bereavement

aware of myself trying to be a good soul

failing sometimes but in comparison to others...

I´m neither the serpent - nor the apple

maybe I´m Eve - demanding the right choice of all those Adams out there

the world as it is should make everyone commit suicide

but it´s not my part to offer assistence

so I stumble back into this little, save place

digging endless graves for thousand sins

hoping for release of all these thoughts...

...trying to transform my mind into paradise

When I see the rain, gently tapping on the window
I think of you and our fate - and tears come to my eyes
you come closer with that look in your eyes, kissing my hands
telling me "Don´t worry, mum"
just looking for a little smile, a friendly word
You can feel what noone feels
You can hear what noone hears
Your love speaks and has eyes to see
You know me by step and voice
and you know so much more...
"Don´t fight the walls - I can go where you would stumble" you say
and I know that you´re right
but I know that we can´t win the fight of life
and when silence comes back to me
I find myself feeling hopeless and despaired
standing at the shores of destiny
I had a life to give, many dreams to live
Loosing so much...
Behind the waves you will be free
calm down little heart, don´t beat so fast
You´re my queen, the sunshine in my heart
innocent and pure - you save me from the dark
Youth is gone - I have to realize
my love for you - something I cannot find words for
Alone I sit here watching the world in its agony
́Cause I have seen my future, my crying face
no cure I´m longing for
no doc can heal your cancer
every try condemned to fail
there´s nothing I can do to stop your dying
and every thought ends in bitterness
A lifeline is cut
the wind seems to whipser stories in your ear
about a sad mother and saying goodbye
death is knocking at the door
is this the moon under wich you´ll die?
be sure that I will hold your hand
on the way to the end


stay alive my dear
please stay alive...