TIRED



Of that fight
I was tired
and all that I desired
was to fly away.
Like a kite.


Return to my house,
and not in this maze.
Trapped like a mouse,
counting the days.


Tired to wait,
to discover my fate,
tired of endless death.


I shall not live like this any more.
I would like to go through that door,
but then comes the thought of home,
of leaving my mother alone.


In front of you mum
I will cry for joy.
To be as one ,
like when I was a little boy.


Ich liebe dich, mutter
Johann