Patrick Betzin
A Light, a fight and a Lie
Long time ago,
I've seen the light,
bearing fortune and happiness,
high above the sky
To high for me to reach
To high for me to touch
The light above the sky,
so proud and oh so shy
I know, it knows my wish
My wish to held it high
My wish to reach the sky
The light so proud, so honest
so high...
To reaching it... shell I die?
"No!" I say, with a hard and barren voice,
"I still have the choice!
To live or to die,
to speak or be shy,
to be happy or not,
it's like a shot,
I will bear this duty for all of my life,
I will stand high, when all others die,
infected by the lie,
and held it high!
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 17.02.2006.