Puppets

we´ve been among puppets    

we both are the saddest part of them

they won´t leave us alone 

day by day again

hang by invisible fibres

 keep fluttering in the air

 they can´t hear out our cry

they are enjoying our despair

I need to hold your hand

I want to think of a sacred plan

and your lips around mine

in return for a warm smile

to forget about the border line 

Should we now move on

we´ve known it for too long

 will  our wooden legs

and strange coloured masks

make  it all  possible

Silent puppets tell us more

we simply should now go on

 arisen light behind the curtains

         Let´s make the first steps certain       

I need to hold your hand

I want to think of a sacred plan

and your lips around mine

in return for a warm smile

behind the border line