Here I am.
Without respect
or hate.
No guilt, nothing to lose.
Without myself I'm here.
The dove had flown away,
but here I am now.
No way back,
in the middle of this story
I will finish this road.
Prepared to be me.
I will no longer see
the pain in their eyes.
'Cause what I did,
no love should be given.
Dark as hell, but still a flower
it was, just looking at the inner me
of truth.
Just go on, back in my shell
will no longer be
a fairytail.
No more dreams, just like imagination
it will disappear.
Next time, when you look at me,
I'm open, for love truth and respect.
Forgive me, it's hard, in this silence,
to hear, what I feel, in this room, of my schell.
It will fall, a thousend pieces, won't survive.
No more regret, no more guilt, on my way.
There I go now, no longer here.
Back into the tunnel
of my life. I hope I will survive
this road, of my story.
-xXx- Danique