Prisoner in a world
over which I have no control
when will I be free?
where happiness and sorrow
is so close to each other
when you get hold of one
you'll soon get to touch the other
a world with no limits
where everything
is so far, far away
and here I am as a lost bird
in a heaven without a distinct colour
we don't talk about this
because it's to tough
and to rough
love is something we know by its name
even though we don't know what it is
I cry, hope
that my tears will give me answers
but all I get
is some few words
written on wet papers