I think about the lonesome children | |
Unnoticed by the world | |
No one wants to know, what they all need | |
Cause in our blindness we are blended | |
We do chase the world | |
We don´t see those little hearts that bleed | |
How can this go any longer? | |
We believe it makes us stronger | |
When running after every new ideal | |
The pain of every generation | |
To pass it on gives no salvation | |
Are you prepared to see all things reveal | |
Back to feeling, back to healing | |
Realize your inner child | |
The self-esteem, the inner dream | |
Is routing how you truly feel | |
The burning out, a way without | |
The future we don´t aim for | |
Dont´give in to what has been | |
Not holding but emotions are real | |
I think about abandoned children | |
Helpless in this world | |
Commited to the laughter and the flout | |
Remembering the early days | |
They took our lively roots | |
Allowing mourning, what it´s all about | |
What if you hold on a while | |
You always ran the extra mile | |
There´s a fight inside you, all to lose | |
Embracing childhood´s history | |
Will be your biggest treasury | |
And you decide the way you wanna choose | |
Face the fear | |
It will always bring you near | |
To yourself if you´re sincere | |
Compassion for your shade | |
Gazing widely on your life | |
Just let your feelings roam | |
Healed inside it takes you home |
I think about the lonesome children | |
Unnoticed by the world | |
No one wants to know, what they all need | |
Cause in our blindness we are blended | |
We do chase the world | |
We don t see those little hearts that bleed | |
How can this go any longer? | |
We believe it makes us stronger | |
When running after every new ideal | |
The pain of every generation | |
To pass it on gives no salvation | |
Are you prepared to see all things reveal | |
Back to feeling, back to healing | |
Realize your inner child | |
The selfesteem, the inner dream | |
Is routing how you truly feel | |
The burning out, a way without | |
The future we don t aim for | |
Dont give in to what has been | |
Not holding but emotions are real | |
I think about abandoned children | |
Helpless in this world | |
Commited to the laughter and the flout | |
Remembering the early days | |
They took our lively roots | |
Allowing mourning, what it s all about | |
What if you hold on a while | |
You always ran the extra mile | |
There s a fight inside you, all to lose | |
Embracing childhood s history | |
Will be your biggest treasury | |
And you decide the way you wanna choose | |
Face the fear | |
It will always bring you near | |
To yourself if you re sincere | |
Compassion for your shade | |
Gazing widely on your life | |
Just let your feelings roam | |
Healed inside it takes you home |
I think about the lonesome children | |
Unnoticed by the world | |
No one wants to know, what they all need | |
Cause in our blindness we are blended | |
We do chase the world | |
We don t see those little hearts that bleed | |
How can this go any longer? | |
We believe it makes us stronger | |
When running after every new ideal | |
The pain of every generation | |
To pass it on gives no salvation | |
Are you prepared to see all things reveal | |
Back to feeling, back to healing | |
Realize your inner child | |
The selfesteem, the inner dream | |
Is routing how you truly feel | |
The burning out, a way without | |
The future we don t aim for | |
Dont give in to what has been | |
Not holding but emotions are real | |
I think about abandoned children | |
Helpless in this world | |
Commited to the laughter and the flout | |
Remembering the early days | |
They took our lively roots | |
Allowing mourning, what it s all about | |
What if you hold on a while | |
You always ran the extra mile | |
There s a fight inside you, all to lose | |
Embracing childhood s history | |
Will be your biggest treasury | |
And you decide the way you wanna choose | |
Face the fear | |
It will always bring you near | |
To yourself if you re sincere | |
Compassion for your shade | |
Gazing widely on your life | |
Just let your feelings roam | |
Healed inside it takes you home |