Tear drops, and blinding light,
Sorrow, weakness, faith and might -
In my soul they all exist.
That is why I'm really pissed.
I feel happy when I'm sad.
I feel hungry when I'm fed.
I've got power - yet I'm weak.
I've been hurt eight times a week.
I've got nothing but my sins.
I've got scars on fragile skin.
I had trust and now it's gone.
But my life is not yet done.
I place bets on my next day.
I have debts all through my way.
I belive the day will come,
When my fear I overcome.
Place I know of I could go
Isn't real and won't show...
I let got of all my dreams,
And I breathe in my last scream...
Close my eyes and say a prayer...
People die and go somewhere,
To be happy or to die
In eternal burning fire.
2003