On this journey it seems like my hunger died. Somewhere, somehow the road beneath my feet dried.
And the rain kept on pouring. The icy layers of my mind kept thawing. And I knew that time was running out.
I had to find some peace, thirteen years ago these things were the least, of my problems but thirteen years have passed. I’m not that boy anymore.
What do we do when it rains? Well we draw upon our strength to change. And now that I see my way forward, I don’t think I’m trapped and cornered. There is another way.
When the clouds part and I’m standing on my own, I’ll get on a train and head for my dusty home. Blow away the webs and get the feeling, that I’m not alone, I’ve hit the ceiling. And I’d be just fine with that. Yeah I’d be just fine with that.
