The trails of my days

Is this the real life or is this the grave?
I can’t feel my heart no more
I’m a lifeless figure in haze
No I don’t fear the end of my days
I don’t fear the posterity
No I don’t feel sorry for the things I’ve done
Oh I got nothing to lose

Is this the gate of heaven or the way to hell?
Direction paradise or Satan’s underworld?
No I don’t fear the trail of my days
I don’t fear the devil in me
No I don’t believe in somebody 
I only believe in you

No not me, why this happens to me?
I stand here all alone
I can’t stand the battle no more
Oh God please don’t touch me
Get away from me
Oh Devil I see your face
Don’t lead me to the blaze

Oh I see my life before me
It all is passing by
Like a cinema show, a horror show
A journey through the past

My father to the left of me
My mother to the right
They take me both by their hands 
Their property by their side

Hands of wood, legs of woods
My head is just a stone
I’m dressed up in a white costume
I’m puppet on a stage

But on my face there is no nose
Neither eyes nor a mouth
Only hair on my head 
But a face without a face

The crowd is sitting all before me 
My life is just a show
They clap their hands, stamp their feet
They’re roaring out for more

And I stand there well I can’t move me
I can’t speak any noise
I’m the actor of my own life-show
And I know that it’s a cage

Oh I see my love there in the far
Stands like a stature she starts to soar
Oh she looks at me what a lovely sight
She’s got the second part of my heart
But the other part is on the way to heaven
Or to hell it has driven

Oh my love please help me find myself
Save me from heaven or from hell
Oh you hold my life there in your heart
You’re so much stronger than Satan and God
You’re the one I am needing
You decide of death or living




(c) Matthias Wichtrup 
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