Already yesterday Like a proud bird You faced the problems of your days Which cut scars deep inside While the way of your life Your aims were maybe quite in reach Dreams which grind winds Wrapped with the warmth of memories Drifting somewhere In a murderous fight with demon cancer Which insolently has broken inside But you do not bow In spite of inflicted wounds When death knocks on your door Invites you to unknown ways When death stands at your door You raise up your hand and proudly live