How to become complete when
the life is too frightening?
Could someone wiser explain, why
I cry when I could laugh.
For fear of failure I give up before I even start.
The uncertainty of the future makes me miss the past.
In a crowd I try to sing
words that are too touching.
Bless mother, bless father,
now I understand better why such words are sung.
How to become gentle to one another
if beautiful words have been forgotten?
How do I notice when I change
if there's no-one to act as my mirror?
One can dream about love but a coward achieves nothing.
I should dare to be present and get hurt sometimes.
In a crowd I try to sing
words that are too touching.
Bless mother, bless father,
now I understand better why such words are sung.