By Frank Peter Hermsen

I´m naked, desperate, cold

Sick of the lies that I´ve been told

Alone with my soul

Walking through a deep black hole

I walk through a sea of autumn leaves

In the orange light of a misty breeze

Too cold to sweat too warm to freeze

In the company of those deceased

Home

Going home

I walked across the country

I´ve travelled all around

My eyes always kept to my feet on the ground

Searched for philosophy

Lost my liberty

Far away but still alone

I´ve ran away just to come home

Rain pours through my dirty skin

Washes my faith from my eternal sin

So lonely on my way home

I´ve crossed the land to be alone

I´ve seen things that made me cry

I´ve heard too many desperate lies

I´ve passed the point of no return

In darkness with no torch to burn

With no torch to burn

I walked across...

Finally I reach the good old walls

While in my heart a child-voice calls

I cry, I thank god and knock

Just to realize sadly and shocked

That the door

Is locked

I walked across....

© FPH 91