rebirth

Say 'Goddbey!', say 'I'm coming home.'
The last 'Good night'.
The first kiss in new life is possible, if u believe in it.
Und wie das Leben spielt weinen tausend Vögel, sterben ätzende Tode, vergiften sich an der Natur das Glaubens und sinnen auf Rache. Blutdurst. Durst nach Frieden eher. Oder nicht? Frieden in ya own home with your own family.
I hate war. I hate fights. Fights for fun are cool. But fights for life? Are not!

I wanna make a break, take a step back before its too late- and see what I've done, what I've found: Peace.


When I wrote about the pope last year,
I was without fear.
I've been without me, myself andI.
I didn't kiss my mother goodbye. I thought it was a goodbye forever, but then I returned. I came back with my feelings I left at Kiel.
And I wanted to feel.
Wanted to know, if he loves me, too.
And in the end: the luck broke through.
It shined like a light through my arms and my veins.
Everything became bright again.


But now I'll return to my city of birth-
the second stunning city on earth!