When the rain is falling down the sky
and the wind is blowing really hard
you can go go go your long way home
through the wind and throught the rain
never mind that you´ll never be the same
the sky is still with you and you´re crying too
on your way home.
Thoughts are running through your had
all of them making you sad
because now you really know that you´ll always be alone
What went wrong? you asked yourself
feeling like your soul will melt
so you´re thinking and you´re crying
on your way home..
Maybe it´s because you don´t have a pretty face
or just because you lost the race in finding equal friends
you don´t have a perfect body
is that why you don´t have fun with anybody?
What happend to this world that beeing yourself must hurt?
So you´re asking and you´re crying
on your way home...
You stopped before your quiet house
and the silence made you cause
to turn around and run away from that haunted place
you came to the park and between the trees
you can feel the gently breeze
and water drops still falling on your hair
finaly you gave it up - if there´s no way you won´t be proud
so you´re shaking and you stop crying
on your way to loneliness.
Your heart became an icy shape
your green eyes are like frozen lakes
now you don´t care what people say
you´ll rather go to the roughest bay
where what you´re doing is much more
and where noone uses empty words anymore
you´ll show how brave you really are
without fancy dress and expensive car
so you´re working and your heart´s beating
for the adventure ahead...