Dreaming of the Eternal fields
Green, colorfull and wide
peaceful and restfull
birds singin in the trees
a little lake, bright and clean

When will I see it
when will my time come
all that awaites me here
is pain and fear

Fear of the futur
fear for my futere kids
Don't want them to go
through the same

No chance for a normal life
being ill all the time
always looking out what to eat
and all the other mess that comes with it

Depending on someone
for the rest of your life
it's not what I had in mind,
not at all

And then the other fear,
fear of failure and death
not death itself, but the way he comes.
And what if I fail?

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