there is a garden of a soul in the sea
it was destroyed by pain
your denial burned my flowers down
there was nothing left to be found
the garden laid in ashes
there was just one bud left
but i could not have found it yet
then there was a period of rain
to wash off all the mentioned pain
i had to wait for spring
it was quite rough
but
i can feel it will bloom soon
i can forget former loss
cause there is nothing left to loose
but so much buds to grow
i will flow
Gefühlsduseleien
Ein Tag brachte Enttäuschungen.
Gescheiterte Versuche,
warfen kalten Schnee auf die Gedanken.
Träume sprangen aus den Wolken,
sie brachen sich beinahe das Genick,
doch sie [ ... ]
Wir sind die Phalanx des Guten gewesen,
wir haben uns wahrhaftig um alles bemüht.
Wir waren, an der Geschichte gemessen,
Pioniere auf einem ganz neuen Gebiet.