Contrast

By Reinhold Heßling

 

Not palmtrees at the seashore

Not the sun high at cenith

Can thrill me like the green wet gras

Enclose the dark blue seas

In spite of all the danger

Behind every wall or door

It makes me feel when I reach town

Like coming home again

 

Again

 

But I never crossed

The bloody border

I never fought

The fight for god

I never felt

The fear behind my back

I never felt

I never felt

The sword of death

 

However poor they may be

And how much pain they will feel

In every room you feel the warmth

Send out by a heart

 

Away

 

But I never crossed...

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