Stolzes Herz

To feel in order to sense
My senses
My soul
My conscience
And my heart
At the abyss of my life
At the end of myself
Fragile deep inside
And weak outwardly

Is it bad?
And what is good?
Is it sick?
And what does it mean to live?
No!
It's just honest - human
And cursed - It's just the truth

In the eye of meanness - of commonality
Simply reprehensible - transparent
Yet it's deeper, stronger, and much more
So is the human
Only in search
For strength
For lies - blind delusion
And superficiality

With bloodied hands
With a tear on the face
A smile on the lips
And hope deep in the gaze
To rise even from the dirt
Deeply soiled
And proud in the heart
Life newly awakened
And awakened entirely anew in life

Are my hands blind and mute?
Are my eyes old and weak?
Has my heart succumbed to blood?
And in all, yet only honest?
Am I human?
Am I pain?
Am I the tear - And the kiss at the same time?!?

With bloodied hands
With a tear on the face
A smile on the lips
And hope deep in the gaze
To rise even from the dirt
Deeply soiled
And proud in the heart
Life newly awakened
And awakened entirely anew in life