Too early - too deep - too young - too much
Too soon - too fast - too late enough
Too much - too early - too late enough
Valleys without mountains & mountains without summits
Wings without angels - Crying without laughing
A heart without love - A life without death
I forget none of those words
From the coma of my soul
There is no doorway into the light
No fresh air
To caress my spirit
Veins - Branching out from my body
In entwining embrace
Constricting every movement
I rise into the air
And lose myself in the sky
But the blue is rent apart - The grey breaks through
Shadows fall on me
I wait here - I wait here
I wait here...
So that I - too - can still feel something
I look for the flame
That burns my heart
So that I - too - can still hear something
I look for silence
That calls and knows me
No matter how I writhe
How far I run - how high I fly
My soul lies in coma
Life rushes by me
I persist in my loneliness
From the coma of my soul
There is no doorway into the light
No fresh air
To caress my spirit