Wherever My Path Leads

I step in and all I smell is concrete dust,

Windows broken, relicts of fear unspoken.

Nothing's there except the dusty air,

A wood-brown door turned grey - signs of decay

On a wall a child has drawn with chalk

A man without a mouth, he weeps but cannot talk.

Sutured by his memory, maybe by what he saw

The scenes of agony, of grief and war.

In this dream I cannot see myself!

I walk room to room, from house to house into the

streets,

Stumbling over carcasses wherever my path leads.

Knowing this could happen anywhere, this is my future,

I don’t care,

It is beyond my lifetime, I'm not the one who feeds the

beast.

I feel guilt that I won't take!

History's not my mistake!

Really bad it all has been

What in my dreams I have seen.

I feel guilt that I won't take!

History's not my mistake!

I don't say that I'm not sorry,

I just say: I don't worry!

Compassion I can feel,

But I don't feel the fear.

I feel like I was there,

But I know I am here.

I know that all the things I see and dream are real

- But not for me!

There enough problems my own life bears,

Everyday so close to death and no one cares!

I feel guilt that I won't take!

History's not my mistake!

Really bad it all has been

What in my dreams I have seen.

I feel guilt that I won't take!

History's not my mistake!

I don't say that I'm not sorry,

I just say: I don't worry!