We all went battling the wars of others
in a World that proclaims
Globalisation
as a solution
for their emptiness
It´s like striking a match in the darkness
to see where you are
only to find yourself in the wrong tunnel
And it´s nothing for you there
´cause all my words go through rooms of strong light
and I remember every word:
I´m a Well Trained Man in the Military, My Sweetheart
Nothing can stop me now
But you never wished for a Gardener
in an earthly Paradise
You only want to be a Flower
in your faraway place