27.6.06

Fade and Innocence

I laid me down upon a bank,
In a city called Beauty.
Where Love lay sleeping,
Where I may beeing human.

I heard among the rushes dank ,
In the city still called Beauty,
Where Love lay sleeping!
Where I may weeping...

Then I went around
try to touch the ground,
of Innocence...
But I found myself,
There on the ground;
Feding, beeing human
And I understood!

For the first time in my life
That the life is good..

It let me starve
without attendance of Love.

without You!




1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Auch so ein Problem, das Marx nicht gelöst hat. DIE LIEBE