The Journey...

Winter.
All around the country
you can see
the fields are white.
I feel cold
inside.
I see many pilgrims,
going there way.
Searching for a place,
which they can call home.

And they have to be there,
but they are not.
The rythm of their hearts,
is diffrent.
But they can´t
turn back.
They cry,
they try.
They call for help,
but they get no answer.

In a far country,
they would find
all the thinks they search.
But they never will arive.

The promises they haerd
were not more than lies.
They lie to thereselves
and don´t realize.
Now it is to late.
But they don´t give up.
They are still walking
- on and on.
Searching for a place of freedom,
of hope, of peace.

May be
you are one of them...

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