I will be back!

Pull me, hate me

Or even shoot me down

But make sure friends

You've really knocked me dead.

For, if I can breathe...

I'll be back on stage

Fighting with every bit

Until I win your heart again!

Choices

My choices, sigh!

Are only two -

Either walk away blind

Or to take a knife.

I do not want to kill

For I'd vomit with guilt

But I don't want to stay

I'm of no help anyway!

What do I do!

I just want to live

A happy full life

Until I am called!

I do not want to die

At the hands of a dictator

Nor while shredding him to pieces

With millions of spectators!

I want to walk free on my street

Without killing or being killed

I just want to live a full life

A happy full life, without fear!

Blues.

I miss you.

Every day... every night -

In every moment that's dull or bright.

In every step, in every fall -

I only wish, with you I could walk.

In every tear dropped, in every smile wide -

How I wish you'd be by my side!

In every dream, in every prayer -

I seek your happiness, warmth and care.

Hands that give, receive.

I am the provider.

I will keep giving.

With my sweat, blood and flesh.

And when it ceases,

with my soul.

For I am the provider.