Ashes on the playground
Music: Bram van Risp & Aretey / Lyrics: Bram van RispIn this waking hour, so keen to sleep
Visions of a man
Honest, empatic, selfconscious,
A dramatic accident?
Staring in the pool, beneath his feet
The face of a man...
Wrinkled, blurred, shaded
Embittered sentiment.
In this waking hour, so keen to sleep
Visions of a light
Longing, for freedom, unchained,
A quit say-goodbye
Staring at the door, being ajar
Its crevice reveals
A link to the future,
Appealing opportunity
He watches cartoons on TV
Red-rimmed eyes, gazing
While I fight my struggle
As my freedom could have arrived
... Unexpectedly
He took my freedom
He took my heart
He took my freedom
He took my hand
In this waking hour, so keen to sleep
Visions of my childhood
Perfectly happy, laughter,
Dramatic accidents
Staring at your face in front of me
This picture reveals
Your illness, past, present and future
Uncertainty
Here it is, don't look back.
New horizons are in front of me
As the true meaning of life
Has just begun
...Surprisingly
HE WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND
HE'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
WHAT HE DID TO ME
HE WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND
HE'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
WHAT IT FEELS TO BE.
TORN AWAY, FROM CHILDHOOD
AND FORCED INTO ADOLESCENCE
He took my freedom
He took my heart
He took my freedom
He took my hand
And from my memory,
A train of thoughts goes on and on and on
And I realize, that I am the victim,
Twice victimized
And what remains are
Ashes on the playground...