posted on Mar, 26 2009 @ 04:20 AM
When my world is breaking to pieces,
What shall I do with the shreds?
Nothing happens the way it is supposed to be.
Nothing is going on easily.
We are struggling hard, trying to fight our way out.
Fighting our way out of misery, out of poverty.
Feeling like a frog in a milk jar, struggling
Struggling – when will the milk become butter?
There is a light at the horizon,
I am walking towards this light.
I am getting closer and it is shadowed again
By huge grey clouds – where did the light disappear?
When my world is breaking to pieces,
What shall I do with the shreds?
To many shreds, to many shards …
They are forming mountains.
I just can’t get over these mountains,
The mountains hide the sun, hide the light.
Some people say: you will grow with your task!
How shall I grow if I lack the power?
A plant needs sunshine to grow.
There is no light around me!
How shall I grow in the shadow?
How shall I grow alone in the desert?
When my world is breaking to pieces,
What shall I do with the shreds?