Maren Sandkuhl
Dream of Death
I, I wish that I could fly,
Across the sea,
Then I’m free,
And I can do everything.
If I could fly,
I would fly up to the sky,
I would go to the stars,
Singing “Way home to mars”.
But I’m just this little girl
I’m lost in my dreams,
I am hated,
I’m just faded.
I’m the only toy the others have,
My own freedom
Is lying in death.
Shocking,
There is someone new,
He is nice to all the others
And me to,
And this new were you,
And I’m not longer alone,
And now I’m telling you
My biggest secret.
I, I wish that I could fly,
Across the sea,
Then I’m free,
And I can do everything.
If I could fly,
I would fly up to the sky,
I would go to the stars,
Singing “Way home to mars”.
Next day, I’m not there
And I go into past,
Nobody knows
What’s with me,
Day after day….
And you lay on the beach,
And you see the quiet sea,
And there’s a little bird across it.
And it comes to you,
And you smile and see,
That this little bird
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