She left her bag back at the station
she thought she’d carry on
and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it
he looked but she was gone

“Call for a Miss. Blume, I repeat Miss. Nora Blume
your bag’s at lost & found”

12 hours after a search had gathered
her family standing by
and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded
up to contemplate the whys

“Ahh, Sherif, you may wanna have a look at this,
could be blood from the girl we just may have missed”

She left her bag back at the station
with a letter she had drawn
and the whistle sounded as a watchman found it
he looked but she was gone

“Dear Mother I am leaving, don’t expect me to return
I’ll love you always this is not a phase but a lesson never learned”

12 hours after a search had gathered
her family standing by
and the whistle sounded as the troops were rounded
up before the case went dry

“Ah, Sherif, you may wanna share this, it’s a note from Nora Blume,
her Mother needs to know that a suicide’s assumed”


She left her bag back at the station
where they came ‘cross a syringe
just one of many in a package
tangled in her wallets fringe

“I saw no need for luggage as I’ve carried more in wait
there’s a final wrath along my path that’s leading to my fate”

12 hours after a search had gathered
a blood trail lastly explored
and the whistle sounded as the troops dumbfounded
covered up her corpse

“Don’t cry for me, ask Daddy then you’ll know the reason why,
just put us in the same plot embracing on our sides”

She left her bag back at the station
she thought she’d carry on
and the whistle sounded as the two were grounded
down six feet moving on...

There I walk
sunlight reflecting on the ground underneath
Spaces cold and spaces warm
An open place where freedom is felt

I continue walking
my casual stride unplanned
An atmosphere asking for nothing of us
is where we find ourselves

Catching up quickly on concrete
he offers me a flower on a Saturday afternoon
Für dich Es ist eine Blume
A delicate pink carnation I now hold in my hand