Now that the world has ended

Now when life’s defended

Yesterday the world was calm

Today my life destruction

She sits alone under the willow tree weeping

The branches they are reaching

Twists and turns the cathedral ringing

Church bells singing

Bing bong you found it calm

To weep and cry

Not there to dry my eyes

In the end the sleeping girl awakens

Late again her boyfriend worried

The baby will not become

The boy I was when my dad was young

He left it with its mum

Never cared to keep in touch

The best thing that was hoped for

Never became reality

The young girl wakes up bleeding

Calls her boyfriend sleeping

He wakes up weeping

He hoped I hoped

I look foreword to the day

When I will have a fatherly say

A miracle it would be if I could succeed

A child grows up because of me

I ask my mother for advice

I will show my fathers his mistake in creating me

I will not follow his choice of life

It just is not the choice to be