Tobias
Hilgers

von Anja Sauerwein am 29.04.2012 - 22:43 Uhr | melden

Youre mothers child
But night lays you down
Hair aflame, wild look in your eyes
Naked belly to the ground
A forest fire
Nibbles at your veins
Crawls up your arm
runs away with your mind
And burns dry thoughts like leaves
Amen
Eyes stare up
But somethings in the way
In the Bible only angels have wings
And the rest must wait to be saved
A dry tongue
Screams at the sky
But the wind just breathes words in
As a strange bird tries to fly
Amen
Pieces of us die everyday
As though our flesh were hell
Such injustice, as children we are told
That from God we fell,
Where are my angels?
Wheres my golden one?
Wheres my hope?
now that my heros have gone...
Some are being beaten
Some are being born
And some cant tell
the difference anymore
Amen