ASHES TO ASHES
crisp and cold in no mans land
the solitude is hard to bear
last memorys of loved one in my hand
I'm blinded by despair
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
no matter what happens in my life
the sun deserts me, the final straw
alone with the endless sky
once so rich, but now so poor
I feel I want to die
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
no matters what happens in my life
stars form pictures in my head
events both foul and fine
faces of the living fill me with dread
this existence is not mine
© 1995 Ralph Henrich & Rainer Horneck
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