for anetka
the only one who ever sincerely loved me

endless ages looking
for a walkabout

24 years and my heart pumps still
tho for what cause

i heard the devil screaming in my ears
and i forgave the ones who gave me tears

death itself became a mocking lad
the bleeding heart i had

so i keep my chin up
and i learned to love
i saw how to scream from my soul
i met a polish flower who stole my heart

yet for me it is hard to see
what the future is meant to be
cause i keep trying
the impossible

so i fold my hands and wipe away my
own salt
and clear my mind and find the grace
given to me

endless ages looking for a walkabout
for what cause

i can't say im at loss
im my own boss

death itself became a mocking lad
can you see the bleeding heart, i had
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