If they wrench away the child that we carry inside us,
If they wean you and give you something less,
don’t swallow the grief because we aren’t dead.
We will get there in time, we will get there in time.
If they anchor your wings at the wind’s wharf,
I’ll wait for you a second at the edge of time.
You’ll arrive when you go beyond simply trying.
We will get there in time, we will get there in time.
If the walls embrace you, open your heart.
Don’t let them tie your breath in knots
Don’t keep waiting for the time to be right
For life consists of two brush strokes and a blot.
I’m afraid that hope is shattering,
that freedom is left without wings.
I’m afraid that there is a day without morning.
I’m afraid that fear is arm-wrestling you
and is more powerful.
Don’t give up, don’t sit and wait.
If they were to steal the map of the land of dreams,
there is always the road that beats inside you.
If you fall, you get up; if you come closer, I await you.
We will get there in time, we will get there in time.
Better slow than standing still, open your heart.
Don’t let them tie up your imagination.
Don’t stand waiting for the time to be right,
for life consists of two brush strokes and a blot.
I’m afraid that hope is shattering,
that freedom is being left without wings.
I’m afraid that there is a day without morning.
I’m afraid that fear is arm-wrestling you
and is more powerful.
Don’t give up, don’t sit and wait.
They only have power over you if you end up giving in,
if they shoot outside and kill you inside.
You will arrive when you go beyond simply trying.
We will get there in time, we will get there in time.