Every second I need
A new world to step into.
I try to hide
My fears for you.
The fear of that
You will forever hate me.
But I need to come clean.
For this is my love.
I want you to know,
You are my love.

I was there in the beginning.
When it was just me and her.
We played and talked
Connected a lot.

Now it is all different.
I am not number one.
I am in the lower rack,
Where the wanna-bes hung.

I can sit in a room for hours.
And no one will notice I'm gone.
But I want to be apart of them.
That is what I do long.

So I sit here at my friends computer typing.
Can I even call her my friend?
And will I be stuck in loneness
Until the very end?

In the chambers
During the war
Behind my mother
Beside my brother
Into the dark
Without any food
Beside the Jews
Among the bodies
Into the labor
Back in the room
Through the gas
Behind my mother
Beside my brother
Among the dead

The wind is calm
As it blows against face.
Soaring like a pilot
Who just received his ace.

The leaves climb down
At a very slow pace.
Until it hits ground
And finds it's true place.

Fall is the time of year we sing.
Fall is the time of year the bells ring.
Fall is the time for happiness and joy.
Fall is the time for sadness never more.

The kids are laughing
As they play in the sun.
Smiling and clapping;
Having so much fun.

The pumpkins are harvested.
So large and ripe.
And the wonderful moon,
Dances in the starlight.

Fall is the time of year we sing.
Fall is the time of year the bells ring.
Fall is the time for happiness and joy.
Fall is the time for sadness never more.

What to write
When there is nothing to write?
Is it right to write,
When there is nothing to write?
But to write is right.
Cause there is always something to write.