This is a mans worth (Ins@ne beim dichten)

[-[IoI]-Ins@ne]

Ein Neues:

Stay a while and maybe then you will see a different side of me

Once upon a time there was a child,
his childhood was normal and not too wild,
his footsteps took him from mile to mile,
he was always happy and keeping a smile.
But after a while this boy felt something was wrong,
he was searching for answers and becomming so strong,
too strong as a human ought to be,
too strong as the others could prevent not to see,
that his spirit was independent and free.

Now this boy has grown up to a man,
he did his best, made what he can.
But for his destiny he was only a joke,
it made a few games with him until he broke,
for destiny it was always the same,
but for him it was only a shame,
he looked outwards for someone to blame.
As he found out that nobody has guilt,
an all-blocking-wall around his heart was built.
It took a year to break down this wall,
with his strengh and courage it came to a fall,
but after all these effords the man had achieved,
his mind had changed faster he had believed.
Maybe that's why nobody understands him,
because of his face which had become so dim,
because of the people he tried to evade.
Then he found out, that he was the victim of his fade.

With this knowlege he had to live on,
feeling the pain when his love was gone,
he would give his life to forget his fear,
but truely cruel fade was simply to near,
it gave him something he could not kiss,
this was called hope, nothing he would miss.
Because hope is one terrible thing,
it forces him to stand up and sing,
again and again singing his horrible song,
the song of his life, and how it is wrong.
This is a circle which is killing him slow,
because when he reached something, he must let it go,
but letin' go means pulling him down,
into the deep, where he will be drown.
The death, the last way for him to go out,
was refused by the hope of which others are proud,
the only thing he could do now is screaming out loud.
But what do people do when they hear a cry from far away,
they whisper and chatter, but rest where they stay.
So the man was all alone,
prisoner in a game which was not his own,
playing with rules he didn't even know,
that was his life, whereelse shall he go?