it brought me back,
I wasn’t from there,
I lived in a room,
where no one seems to know,
who I am.
it brought me back,
to myself, who I really was.
I lived underground,
where no daylight seems to know,
who I am.
it brought me back,
where war seems normal
and fights started when they died.
I live in a world
I don’t know where I belong.
it brought me back,
to my second thoughts,
when I found myself in thoughts,
“Please let me die”.
I want to spread the words
“Stop War”
Please don’t let me die
Take me
Put me
Back in life
Please
Let me live a life
I told you my story
please don’t let it be yours
Jean van Gasteren