my fingers are sore and numb

my eyes are aching and red

writing all night

my brain cells are empty and dead

words have no meaning

when I sit here in silence

greeting the morning sun

with my face

my guitar rests quiet on my lap

the day appears slowly

with a bundle of truths and lies

the night has a day to dispel

the wheels gradually start turning

what about morality today

what about peace

will more wounds emerge as yesterday

the shadows of yesterday fade

 my fingers dawdles through my hair

my voice becomes visible

high and clear

"to manage to love

is a giddy spring"

but my picture of the world

breaks to pieces

when pictures of violence turn up

what a world to live in

cruelty is reality

I bow my neck

feel I’m a stranger in this world

‘cause the wind that fills my sail

is love

where is love

does love exist only

through the eyes of my mind

but I don’t want to change my tracks

my affection for tenderness

compassion and empathy

is too strong