it will be a time when dreams
forever hoped for become reality
the reality of a smile
a handshake a kind gesture
thoughts finally translated into actions
tasting of transparency
of a story reborn remade rewritten
by the one who cares

about me cares about me
though i've traveled down muddy roads
searching and pleading
for a bit of truth
about me cares about me
though all i've reaped is the echo
crying out of a soul
though all i've reaped is the echo
crying out of a soul
though all i've reaped is the echo
crying out of a soul
in affliction

it will be a time when
the sins of old will all flee
that heavy blackened past
will bow down to the symphony
to the sound of the notes
that drip with sweet perfume
that permeate every breath
a taste that satisfies
that takes away the scent of death
and causes life to triumph

about me cares about me...

so many cries drowned out by thundering sobs
you'll see mirrors spoiled by fading images
empty benches
and leaves that no longer sail on the wind

i'll leave you with an uphill climb
i'll leave shells and pearls under your pillow
you'll hold onto the memory
of the glances we exchanged
in the pocket of your heart
in the inside pocket of your heart

you'll fight for some space
amidst the wreckage of excess
amidst the greyness of red highways
thorns in your hands
thorns in your hands

and the sky will whisper a song to you
the stars will dance to the rhythm of life
inside that house
where the lights burn all day

i'll leave you with an uphill climb...

and the sky will whisper a song to you
the stars will dance to the rhythm of life
inside that house
flowers in your hands

amidst the eyes of young girls with no moon
amidst the eyes of young boys with no sea
amidst the eyes clouded over by the smoke of cannons
invading faces with a look of terror

you know it's hard to hold on
and fight to win
in this jungle
but no no no i won't turn back
i said yes to you
i'll fight and i'll win
even if i fall sometimes
i'll fight and i'll win
if you win the battle for me

amidst thoughts bound up by speeches
amidst the delirium lying tongues
amidst the dust that dirties our soul
killing us without listening to reason

you know it's hard to hold on...

if my voice rises up
up above the clouds
then this is a prayer
if my spirit cries out
it's just looking for a hand...

you know it's hard to hold on...

when a hand in mine
an embrace a caress
the tenderness of a father who loved me
caused me to melt in total abandonment
forgetting the darkness
that so often frightened me
and i lovingly snuggled close to you

in the silence of the night
even the heart holds back
as if the slightest noise
could possibly erase the past
but never never never
no one will ever rob me
of my treasures
of those memories of innocence

today my car races like the wind
every day another town new faces
but in the end just stories that repeat themselves
how i love spending time relaxing in an open meadow
when the grass seems to caress me
it's just like the tenderness of a new father
a father who's a little bit like you

in the silence of the night
even the heart holds back
as if the slightest noise
could possibly erase the past
but never never never
no one will ever rob me
of my treasures
of those memories of innocence

little one
you always come to me for help
you want to be with me always
not just when you need me
little one
so unconditionally
you put your faith in arms
stronger than your own
little one
how i want to be like you
to have those same thoughts
to have that same need
of a father who's alive in me

little one
how sweetly you sleep
your peaceful expression
is a mirror
of what lies within
little one
how different you are from me
from my way of life
so full of tension

little one
how i want to be like you
your presence in my life is a teacher
your smile is an assurance
an assurance of the love of god

farewell marita
good-bye you gave so much to me
i guess our love was never meant to be
but thank you marita

years flew quickly by
but i never could forget
suddenly once more one day we met
you stretched your arm out to me
the needle marks were clear
stranger can you help me will you hear
you took the coins i gave you
as i uttered your name
you cried but didn't answer
then you were gone again
and then i read the paper
just before i went on stage
you'd overdosed and turned your final page

farewell marita...

i simply couldn't sit there
i just had to take a walk
my eyes were burning and i couldn't talk
and tears were mixed with rain
as i stumbled down the street
you wanted peace and love but found deceit
it seemed so very harmless just a bit of fun
but it led you to destruction
now i know that you are gone
but the picture i'll remember
is that sunny summer day
running towards me
laughing on your way

farewell marita...

the waves rise up violently
so violently that they frighten you
causing all your courage to sink
killing even your thirst
your thirst for adventure

tell me tell me tell me...

you who knows the tides so well
the winds that are so dishonest
so often betraying you
castaway on a desert island
unforeseen stops
unfamiliar sailing

tell me tell me tell me...

there are journeys from which there's no return
and mariners who've been enticed by bright horizons
then up ahead a bad sign
sea gulls flying low
watch out it's dangerous sailing

tell me tell me tell me...

surrounded by individuals
masquerading as innocents
products of apathetic silence
while others are reactionaries
refusing to be defeated
brooding over regrets of years gone by
and i find myself here thinking
how great it is to be able to confess to you that

i believe in you
even it it's out of style
out of this world
outside of everything
yes i believe in you
and since i've known you
i've come to understand what i was

frustrated marionettes
boasting of their independence
running from obscure ideals
yet they like others
have always been victims
of the ravaging moth of pride
and they haughtily offer themselves to the tailor
as new patches on an old piece of cloth

i believe in you...

all i can do is sing
of the sad condition of this world
and point to real alternatives
the creator is calling
he's waiting for sincere hearts
humble hearts submitted to him
there is no chance in life without him
renew your thoughts refresh your mind

i believe in you...

hey mr. tommy
i can feel it inside
so much time has passed
mr. tommy
look at how i've grown
and now i sing like you
i sing of the same hope
that you jealously guarded in your heart
i sing with a timid voice
a story of love
you know about it tommy
you sang of it too

mr. tommy
i'd like to at least say thank you
even though you can no longer hear my words
mr. tommy
you were such a great example
carved indelibly in my thoughts
you painted pastel pictures
with your raucous voice
and you told me
son hold on and live in expectation
son come on
and serve your lord

shine on sun
and warm me once again
surround me wind
and caress my skin
intoxicate me flower
with your sweet perfume
tell me that it's true
that god hasn't forgotten about me

how many more years will i walk
amidst dense fog and dark nights
and mysterious silence
how many more years will i play the part
defending trite ideas
and convenient pretenses
i'm waiting to hear
the sound of laughter
of his revived creation
singing for joy

shine on sun...

time passes quickly
friend of the fantasies
of a child like you
we long for a breath of fresh air
that would inspire sincerity and strength

and together we look to the sky
searching for a star
the star of the morning
that burns with the fire of love
the fire of freedom

time passes quickly
so few the opportunities that remain
the master is knocking at the door
let's prepare a feast for him
and invite all our friends

time passes quickly
it's the dawn preceding the truth
that has the power to transform
to instill hope in the hearts
of disillusioned men

and together we look to the sky...