You really, really miss certain things
those certain things in you life
which might not mean too much to you
untill they cut just like a knife
they give a wound so deep so cruel
that could not heal even though you dive
into the streams of blood and pain
in the depths of death and life
what is it you ask yourself
is it just a common shelf
is it something my eyes don't see
or is it something which i never felt
No!  I say to myself
looking deep inside my soul
looking deep inside my thoughts
trying to find the answer to the riddle
which just left me in the middle
in the middle of love and hate
I ask myself am I too late
too late to change the thing undone
too late to fix those broken ones
those broken ones who helped me fly
fly so high into the sky
who gave me strength when I was weak
who took me to the highest peak
my heart, my wings, my falcon, my dove
please give me back my strength, my love
'cause I am week and i am tired
of all the things which seems to be hired
hired by the angle of death
taking away slowly my wealth
my wealth of love, my wealth of joy
which always cried out and said "Ahoy"
which greeted me in times of wein
with all its love and not just pain
please come back I ask thee
so that i laugh and no more whee
the Sun comes out and starts to shine
the angle of death can no more divine
My life once more be surrounded by trees
My heart once more will be set free
The spring will come and flowers will grow
the birds will sing instead of sorrow
I am awaiting for you with open arms
The godess of victory
The godess of luck
The godess of happiness
The godess of health
The godess of my life, and my wealth.