The silence in the house, the silence at the end
Hair in the pillow and hair in the drain
A future together, the life afterwards
the attrition warfare
The hope, the pride, the true face
the iron will and how it breaks
the stuggles, the faint, the stabbing pain
and the stumbling heart
The constant getting up, the constant falling down
and if the last sentence can't do anything
the contrary things:
Get out of the way, now it's my turn
The luck and the followers
and one calls from behind:
If this is the peace
you don't have to invent the war
The bad losers, the bad winners
the limit of the worse and still worse
a straw in supply
Cat fun, mouse dead
The towering waves, the castles on sand
the scissors in the head and the back to the wall
wet eyes turning read
they just want to live before they die
The constant getting up, the constant falling down
and if the last stroke can't do anything
the contrary things:
Get out of the way, now it's my turn
I didn't want to drown
I slowly began to sink
with my water wings made of lead
and everything light swam past
The luck and the followers
and one calls to behind:
If this is the peace
you don't have to invent the war
if this is the peace,
never let there be war