Every night, somewhere There is this little boy Looking up to the stars And waiting for your caravan To return. I must have fallen asleep Last time When you moved on. Now i can only wait for You To pass by again, With your dromedaries, elephants, Wizards, dancers and colours. And i tell myself that maybe you will take 'me' with You?
See how i cry, Beg, Crawl. For you have loved me from within, Put the Sun in my Heart And after that Left me to myself. But look: I am just this heart In which you carved out big chunks, Very big chunks, To write the word LOVE Now this feels painful And empty. Of our love story Are left words only... Ho i would love to hate you For having loved me. But i'm too weak now To even do that. How, tell me how, You could love me so much So as to turn me into Light, And cast me again into the role Of a beggar?
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