On a cold street
At a heavily guarded door
Bad blood will betray you
The contract is also ready now
Refugee,
I used to have strength for it,
Such is an aberration,
I step on it without a footstep.
This world will spoil me,
It will drill into me,
There's a splinter in my heart,
Where is the hand,
That will pull it out?
Someone is standing there,
Every night waiting just for me.
And that look
is worth more that a hundred sentences.
Taking from the past,
I wouldn't know now how to call it.
But trough the door
With his belief I would break in.
The world won't spoil me,
It will drill into me,
There's a splinter in my heart,
This is the hand
That will pull it out.
….
This is a wonderful vision