Concrete desert
And trees made of steel
The air is sterile
The walls bare
You roam,
Memory,
How it was back then
You were still young
you didn't know anything
About the way,
You only knew war,
You were just looking for a fight
And victory.
You were a king
You had the power
the weak oppressed,
And laughed at.
A long way
A whole life,
Now go around
You gave a lot.
The air is cold
see your breath,
You had to die
To live,
And learn yourself
And to forgive others.
The anger, the anger,
Has no power
Now it's quiet
Deep inside you
Today I know
finally
Who I am.
Author: Roland Brunnenkant
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