This world is strange to me
Unknown and boisterous
This word is strange to me
Odd and quaint
This is not, what I was looking for
This is not, what I was hoping for
Enforcedly, I left
A life full of luck
Stranger among same to same
Stranger among same to same
I walk alone through the world
Allone among same to same
The missing empathy of human beings
Prevents them from showing me a part
Grey daily routine without colour
Black, white and monotonous
An acrid feeling of emptiness
Living without aim
Loneliness fulfilling my heart,
Fuels my pain inside
Holds it tight with iron hand
Freezes thoughts and mind
Dull mist condenses
At senses and limbs
It's only a few things that keep me alive
But they burn brightly inside
Desire
Love
Hope
Longing for the former life
Once, all the luck was mine
Nothing got close to me
But the appreciation came
When fate decided differently
Smashed
Torn to pieces
It is now lying
Destroyed, down there
Memories seem to float
To disappear in order to rise again
Unseizable and still quite close
Was it a dream or real after all?
Was it a dream, a dream or real after all?
Thunderous storm of feelings
Rapid torrents into infinity
Seizable memory
Undertow made from memory and grief
Tears of grief pass by
Tamed by the morning breeze
Love remains
Hope remains
The longing of the force of my heart remains
Desire remains
The wish remains
The longing for ancient life remains