She who gave me strength, when all hope was gone
She who held me straight, not willing to see me tumble down
She who convinced me, when all faith was gone
She who told me, to lay my worries down
She who would rather see me wear the mask of another man
She who said: “for as long as the will is present, you can!”
She who told me there is nothing but the will to hold on
She who believed that words can’t mend our hurts
She who held me back when I was right on the edge
She who has the power to live within her thoughts
She who owns the beauty of body, talk and soul
She who owns the key, to the place I’ve never known
She who cannot hear me, how can she respond?
She who held me straight, not willing to see me tumble down
She who convinced me, when all faith was gone
She who told me, to lay my worries down
She who would rather see me wear the mask of another man
She who said: “for as long as the will is present, you can!”
She who told me there is nothing but the will to hold on
She who believed that words can’t mend our hurts
She who held me back when I was right on the edge
She who has the power to live within her thoughts
She who owns the beauty of body, talk and soul
She who owns the key, to the place I’ve never known
She who cannot hear me, how can she respond?
©2012 Mathias Oehler
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