The lonely steps are grounding us,
without any suggestion,
and every day surrounding us
is like an open question –
the answers only lay inside,
a silent invitation –
I knew it with a sense of pride
and faced the situation:
A door, that slapped before my face,
a wall, that was enclosin´,
a secret loss of sense and space,
the fate of what we´ve chosen –
I got too tired of run and hide
with always something missin´ –
it must be on the other side,
and I just long to listen –
and long to see the break of day,
dawn through the night, suprisin´
and feel its light upon my way,
shown by the far horizon.
lyrikraum 