These are the things.

We dare to dream.

These are the stories.

We once seem to need.

This is the love.

That will last a lifetime.

This is my heart.

That I give to the prime of our time.

You seemed so certain.

To know what you knew.

You had forgotten.

All the shit we went through.

I tried to remember.

The happiness.

For it seeps inside.

But I tend to fall helpless.

Against this pain I hide.

So take my hand.

And show me the way.

Don't promise me.

The dawning of a brand new day.

We tend to fall along.

This gravel, beaten path.

Wondering in silence.

If what we hope for will last.

Deadly hosts.

Rendering our future.

Unresolved protection.

For our new, created culture.

'Cause in the end.

We are what we see.

And after the glory and shame.

Will come darkness.

That will always be free.