January 28th 2007

These tight hands
These colored eyes…
These threatens against you, it ain’t fair
I know.
These high priests of soul
These doctors of prayer
These silent walls can’t move
I know, I know.
Fighting hasn’t been helping
Has it?
Your backs are bleeding
And I don’t have any bandage
Your lips aren’t moving
And your heart’s rhythm’s so fast
I know.
You said you lost your war
I say it didn’t even begin
You said you hear the cries for help
I say it’s gone by now
The world’s got the last no
And it can’t be good enough,
I know.
The songs I sang, you say
Keep the harm away
These tears I’ve been crying
I say
Don’t leave me alone
Have I traveled for miles and miles
To see you suffer?
Have I wished you bad luck back in the days?
Have I lost track of sanity
While they broke your heart in two?
Am I just to innocent to think I could go through
Without any faith
In you?
Please, get up
Take a stand with me.
Let’s sing, let’s shine
Let the fighters fight their fight.
We’ll run
For these days running doesn’t look that bad…