Why don’t you want to help me?
Should everything in this world
be measured by money?
Is everything in this world
measured by love?
or by hate,
or by fate,
or by the feeling of property?
Is it an item of Contract,
A deal without words?
And have you given me help,
if I were yours?
Why don`t you want to share?
Always ready to take
You feel satisfied if I make a mistake
Joyfully laughing inside your mind,
that I`m moving nowhere.
Why don`t you want to share?
You expect me to yowl like a child…
But my eyes are burning and dry
While you give me
neither attention nor a reply…
Hiding my tears
I go my way
Stumbling
And falling
And dying from fears
Rising
Living
The life of my own