In some nights the stars disappear.
They get covered by clouds and the sky
looks empty like I.
Outside there is a smile on my face but inside
emptiness took its place.
I know I’m not in this alone, but still I can
never find a safe home where my thought
would collide with somebody else’s and then
I wouldn’t be alone.
I’m walking down the lane of life
and every new step is a new year gone by.
I’m getting older and older but in my shadow there is
still that little girl. She takes a part of my burden when I
can’t take it anymore. She brings me back to life
when I think all hope is lost. She helps me forget, but she
is wishful thinking.
She wants her childhood back but she is powerless.
I see her. After every fall she still screams and fights
no matter what. Nobody else sees her and feels her struggle.
She is my reflection every time I look into a mirror.
I am just like her, invisible. Everyone is looking at me
but they don’t see me, the real me. But still I’m walking down
the lane of life.
I believe. I hope. I dream. I live. I guard my little girl
in the shadow because she is the only one that reaches out
for me when stars become tears.