Another poem for the 20th century 
and a bleeding heart has fallen to an awful misery 
Do you believe that it would happen on a shiny day 
I tell you that it is raining outside 
What a sweet dedication 
when that perfect world shows its glance and more 
through that old back-door 
What an outstanding view of 
mediocrity 
without sympathy 
In my dreams I´ve got nightmares 
full of blood and death and that herbal tea 
Spell it with a “b” 
But when the moon is getting darker 
I can feel the years still weighed on me 
Tell me that I am young 
so that I can hide 
And I call 
call the one who is running ´round 
He will not tread in 
what he is believing 
Everything happens 
someday 
All the life all the wounds 
won´t be cleaned 
by the pouring rain 
It´s always the same 
Can´t you hear my calling 
in the darkness of 
despondency 
Where I am 
where I am 
Oh no … oh no 
watch me darling please don´t go 
Together we will hide 
from the one 
who is running ´round 
He will not tread in 
what he is believing 
Things that will happen 
someday 
But I won´t stay