Run...
Play...
Speak...
Shout...
When the day is sinking at the edge of the forest,
I am enjoying the silence, waiting
for something arising from the wet grass,
something which never confided in me.
Forget me not...
Run!
If I only could.
Shout!
I'd like to.
Beneath the belly button I must endure
that they owe me my life.
What have I done,
that nobody wants me?
What else can I do?
I need you.
The moon gives me a clear view
at the reflexion in the river,
it spends me its cold light,
and it knows that I must perish.
Forget me not...
Run!
If I only could.
Play!
I'd like to.
In the shell I can guess,
that they took my life.
Run!
I wanted warmth.
Speak!
A cosy home.
Unloved and thrown away,
you have me on your conscious.
Forget me not.
You don't love me.
I gratefully take you in my arms,
because you did it well.