Another poem for the 20th century
and a bleeding heart has fallen to an awful misery
Do you believe that it would happen on a shiny day
I tell you that it is raining outside
What a sweet dedication
when that perfect world shows its glance and more
through that old back-door
What an outstanding view of
mediocrity
without sympathy
In my dreams I´ve got nightmares
full of blood and death and that herbal tea
Spell it with a “b”
But when the moon is getting darker
I can feel the years still weighed on me
Tell me that I am young
so that I can hide
And I call
call the one who is running ´round
He will not tread in
what he is believing
Everything happens
someday
All the life all the wounds
won´t be cleaned
by the pouring rain
It´s always the same
Can´t you hear my calling
in the darkness of
despondency
Where I am
where I am
Oh no … oh no
watch me darling please don´t go
Together we will hide
from the one
who is running ´round
He will not tread in
what he is believing
Things that will happen
someday
But I won´t stay