My Cry Works

Feels like there's me against

the rest of the world

It was about a decade ago

I had this age when I felt same

I'm hanging around without a picture

Without opinion With past but without future

I need the rhythm back to my hands

If this is so-called "All"

- so where are my gallows

Where is the place we run to

Where is the place after hundred yards

Running drowns your dreams - away

Face The sun

there is the place before the need to run

You never need to go - away

I gave the seat for a queen

Awaiting smile behind those black prints

giving some hope

Thank you - You, so unknown

My cry works if you need to dance

Tears showed me one day that

I do not need my gallows

And every Bird in the war

They know the words and they sing along

Flowers filling meadows

they never weep, they never shout

I need to hold the rhythm in my hands

'Cause if my cry works then you dance

and while you dance then we can breath