The river in your eyes Screams a thousand words About glory and pride But now with a knife in your hand You ask yourself about wrong and right Mother‘s lesson is still in my mind But the clear difference Between good and bad Is a prejudice of God! Going up and down between you and I Once you‘ll find yourself in firing line Hold on tight to your crusade Until the love in your mind will show you the blade A passive look to the scribbler of faith to history And you pin your thought to the next bus stop bench Neither a sight neither a careful look Will find out you have changed Or recognize there has been Removed something from inside of you So do not care about it, you‘ll have it back someday ... Even having mercy Once a good feeling, once not so bad Somebody‘s looking from the outside Will tell you the history you've made Even if you are not conscious About the greatness of your act She will stand there and see She will stand there and wait She will stand there She will...