| The Battle |
|---|
| How rigid this beauty |
| Enlaced in a glance |
| Of enormous confusion |
| In a spiral we dance |
| We abandon our comfort zone |
| To ride out the storm |
| We avoid the unavoidable |
| Just to accept a new form |
| You stand your ground |
| To become what you are |
| You betray your fear |
| With open arms |
| With your greed in mind |
| Like a miracle |
| You detest what you love |
| In depressing confessions |
| You have found the intrigue |
| You were able to ponder |
| And to convey the received |
| Can you kill the doubts in me? |
| Can you fight for every sensibility |
| Let me go |
| Nein! |
