Satura

On my spirit’s gallery
I heard the music of my soul
I saw the hole in my heart
And drank the tears of my pain
I stood in my life’s shadow
Waiting for my appearance
On the street of solitude
Inside the walls of my fear
On the street of solitude
Turn around and show me your face
I behold my shadow in your hand
A last meal given
I feel the blood in your veins
But what will happen?
But whar will happen?
Finally I find the lust for life
I want to feel you – to touch you
But I’m afraid of it
I’m afraid
I close my eyes
Watching into the twilight of my soul
Reaching out for you
But I just touch the fear inside
All alone in these halls
Just you and me
Turn around and show me your face
I’ve never seen this much of doort
Not so many ways out there
I’ve never been holding tight
But now I’m in chains
Turn around and show me your face
I feel the strength’s leaving me
I feel my eyes dim in the sorm of time
I raise as an old man
The last time I reach out my hands
You turn around and show me your face
But I’m too old and I can’t see you anymore