we hadden geen geld, geen knikkers jij & ik we speelden met zand met onze handen bouwden wij de mooiste kastelen we had no money, no marbles you & I we played with sand with our hands we built the most beautiful castles
amid the ruins of their dreams she sits alone sings a song of sweet sorrow remembering the days of their youthful folly oh, how the world was full of vigor, exciting them, inspiring them they believed they could reach the stars if only they tried but what once was, shall never be
She played with the hem of her shirt, looking completely disheveled. Large stains of dirt marred the sky-blue fabric. During her run home she had even managed to loose her shoes. Standing in the doorway, she didn't know whether to run into the house or away again.
if we can not be all to become bright burning like suns, like stars then what are we made of what purpose have our yearning hearts why should I strive to grow to become more if in darkness we are bound grounded to the earth doomed from the beginning not destined to depart
in the dead of winter frozen dreams lie buried beneath a blanket of snow blue, seemingly dead still sorrow is seeping through, unseen a wilted rose will not live to see spring and as I walk barefoot over its snow covered thorns my blood flourishes where new dreams will grow
we exist separate and secluded like sand in an hourglass slowly but steadily we fall prey to the hands of time and as I watch your face soften with the years I yearn to touch your lips yet all I feel is the space between us so I kiss the air instead and pretend that you are here
I am wandering and I am lost here - everywhere, darkness alluring, making me stray and every day I end up further away from the light I am tired and I fear each night do you know the way to nowhere are you going there can I come with you