See the rain keeps falling
On the window pane,
I can hear you calling,
Calling out my name.
Feel the thoughts behind it
Hear the voice that calls:
Take that journey back into the past, behind the walls.
Dreaming of your childhood,
diving to the base,
some hidden doubts if you should
return to present days.
A look into the mirror –
you are growing old,
just take a time and listen, my dear love, to what the voices told:
Just catch the magic moments, you will feel it deep inside,
You hear the voices calling and you know: - you’re still that child.
Catch the wind, hold on tight to that moments from afar,
bring yourself back to the one you are,
just turn back to yourself and you will never feel alone,
A gleaming flare, a lighthouse and a star that leads you home.
Make yourself wide open,
Let the music flow,
You see the wall is broken
Just like yourself - long ago.
And still the voice is calling,
Again you feel the pain,
But listening to that voice inside had never been in vain.
Sometimes you need to listen
To that voice inside:
You will keep go on missing
something ‘till the day you die.
If I would have the chance
I’d push the button and replay,
I would remain to be a child and next time – I would stay
There is no second chance, there is no button to replay:
But if you don’t listen, all this precious time will fade away
Catch the wind, hold on tight to that moments from afar,
bring yourself back to the one you are,
just turn back to yourself and you will never feel alone,
A gleaming flare, a lighthouse and a star that leads you home.
Alexander Königs 12+13.12.2009
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