I don't think it's over, it has just begun,
Another day living with my hands on that gun.
Hoping for the one to find me lying here in the mud,
Without realising, that the world around me just got cut.
Got cut off from the stories I've left behind.
Not just in my, but also in your mind.
I'm fighting every day the same fight,
And I don’t realise that it's time to just don’t mind.
But when the one comes and takes my hand
I think I can live an other day without struggling about being banned.
From all of your minds.
And what is it you’ve left behind?
The same thoughts that I'm also thinking here,
while I'm lying, while I'm resting.
Getting rest in this world full of you, thinking that I don’t mind.
Claire ©
