Wouldn’t you ask,
Why there’s darkness in eyes,
Why world locks me in cages,
Why love fears my soul,
I wish I could tell you at once.
Once I owned a perfect instrument,
Which made my mind the calm in peace,
I gifted that to a tormented soul,
Now, don’t be sacred anymore,
Soon, you will know,
What darkness does to them, Liebe,
I wasn’t away; I was insane to know.