Wherever My Path Leads

I step in and all I smell is concrete dust
Windows broken relicts of fear unspoken.

Nothing's there except the dusty air
A wood-brown door turned grey - signs of decay
On a wall a child has drawn with chalk
A man without a mouth he weeps but cannot talk.

Sutured by his memory maybe by what he saw
The scenes of agony of grief and war.

In this dream I cannot see myself!
I walk room to room from house to house into the
streets
Stumbling over carcasses wherever my path leads.

Knowing this could happen anywhere this is my future
I don't care
It is beyond my lifetime I'm not the one who feeds the
beast.

I feel guilt that I won't take!
History's not my mistake!
Really bad it all has been
What in my dreams I have seen.

I feel guilt that I won't take!
History's not my mistake!
I don't say that I'm not sorry
I just say: I don't worry!
Compassion I can feel
But I don't feel the fear.

I feel like I was there
But I know I am here.

I know that all the things I see and dream are real
- But not for me!
There enough problems my own life bears
Everyday so close to death and no one cares!

I feel guilt that I won't take!
History's not my mistake!
Really bad it all has been
What in my dreams I have seen.

I feel guilt that I won't take!
History's not my mistake!
I don't say that I'm not sorry
I just say: I don't worry!