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TIRED
Of that fight
I was tired
and all that I desired
was to fly away.
Like a kite.
Return to my house,
and not in this maze.
Trapped like a mouse,
counting the days.
I'm tired to wait,
to discover my fate,
tired of endless death.
I shall not live like this any more.
I would like to go through that door,
but then comes the thought of home,
of leaving my mother alone.
In front of you mum
I will cry for joy.
To be as one ,
like when I was a little boy.
Ich liebe dich, mutter
Johann