I am here today
but what about tomorrow
I do not know
I have seen sorrow
through the eyes
of the beholder
and I demand respect
for the things I´ve seen
and for all of what I have not
please spare me from the lies
that always linger underneath
the foundation of truth itself
a certain wind is blowing
and it`s blowing well
but does it make sense of it all
you remind me of the beast
I once created
and still keep at heart
and still keep at bay
simply because
I know best
I won`t let down
the guard that
always gave me shelter
give me a moment to hail the one
that taught me that
depression is a four letter word
