The Light
By Frank Peter Hermsen
Years ago I´ve heard that tale
About a land beyond the pale
Where the happiness has no price
You maybe call it paradise
But if you want to reach that place
You´ve got to stand the dark embrace
Of the tunnel in that you´re sent
But the more you run the more it´s getting cramped
On your painfull way to what you long for
You´ll loose your hopes more and more
On the right are graves on the left are vaults
And behind you the tunnel explodes
Sometimes you meet some naked friends
On their way to the place where the darkness ends
Sometimes lights are shining but then
Whatever you do it´s getting dark again
So I walk through my tunnel and I can´t forget
The walls around making me sweat
My soul is stucked with my painfull fight
Between my hate and my hope for the light
The light
The light
The light
That shines so bright