Rain

Outside it rains.
Inside it rains.
The weather is like a foolish child,
thinking of what nonsense it sould do next.

Outside it rains.
Inside it rains.
Yesterday the sun filled my heart with rays of light.
Now the rain fills it with sadness.

Outside it rains.
Inside it rains.
Maybe that the sun shines tomorrow.
Maybe that she'll never shine again.
Maybe that the rain will never stop.
Maybe what will be.

Outside it rains.
But inside the sun will shine.



Written on 24th April 2002
© Sean Dimitjana Barleben

Prisoned life

Everything she wants - she gets it
Everything she needs - she got it
Everything she does - becomes good
Anything she wishes - it happens

But one thing she's missing,
she miss to have real friends,
she miss to be free,
she miss to be alone
and she miss to bei herself.

When she stands up,
someone is already waiting
to read from her face
what she wishes for breakfast.

When she comes out of the bath,
someone is already waiting for her
to read in her eyes
what she wants to wear for the day.

When she is ready with breakfast,
someone is already waiting
to read from her body
what she wants to do next.

But no-one of them
would ever let her go free,
let her stand up alone,
let her take breakfast alone.

They would rather die
as to let her be free.
No-one would ever
let her be herself.

Written on 24th April 2002
© Sean Dimitjana Barleben

Past

Old memories hold me in their hands
they hold me hard
and hardly won't let me go.

Every time I thought
I would be free
they came back
to take me down.

Now I have found myself
and I am free.
I have learned to take my memories
as a part of me.

Written on 17th April 2002
© Sean Dimitjana Barleben