I met you on the street.|
You stopped beside me and looked in my eyes.
No, you looked in my heart
and your eyes lifted my pain.
I could almost see it flowing into you.
In your eyes I saw a reflection of my pain.
The Judge had made his decision:|
I was declared guilty.
Only the formalities remained.
He called my name.
Before I made a slightest movement,
you stood up and said:
"Here I am".
I heard the click of handcuffs
I was lost in a forest,|
where all trees seemed similar
and all places familiar:
I have been here before for a countless number of times.
My ears heard a voice behind me: