Dipping in the madness on the dead end side
Of a migraine gone astray, when the light
and the sounds the touch and the smells
Gather and act as weapon against my day.
Pray she comes near, breathes upon my lips,
Pulls the blindness away with one kiss.
But it doesnıt come, I lose my sight on the road,
Hit a curb, feel the tire scrape and bounce,
And giving up the stronghold of gender pride
And confidence, I hand over the wheel,
And say you drive today.
I know it's ok, I know itıs alright,
Cause in that one act I pass along a part of me,
The one I hold and hide, the one I fear,
That there is something greater than
Me I cannot yet conquer.
Feel her heart, blood happy and beating,
Crossing the borders of my fences and walls,
She knowing I am a man, hers,
And me, feeling a bit better to see that
She in turn can understand, can hold,
Can touch me even in my moments of pain.
Is there anything here that I can say is more?
There is nothing, not a thing.
There is nothing better than she who can love
in happiness and in silence, in hurt and joy.
