My brother told a story of a man
who came back from war
with broken dreams
he told that he came back
with empty hands but full of tears
( it was our father ! )
with empty hands
and broken dreams
the nacked live
is all he left – as it seeeeems
his children filled his empty heart
with love again – but his wife stood still
and broke his hope in love and trust . . .
( our mother !)
the butterfy
in the sunny sky
that he coud see
but cannot feel – that it`s real !
soldiers – soldiers
soldiers comming back – from war
soldiers – soldiers
Brother you told me
and I can see you know
how things can go
if nothing`s left to loose
and if there isn`t any way to choose
– I`m sold to the river –
– I`m crying to the giver
( down om my knees )
It`s hard to stand the paaaaain
to see you do the same
the light that is above
covers up with love
Sveet love shall shine
and light your waaaaays
and not this dammned fear
to be betrayed again
I wish that you can fly
like a butterfly
away any day
