Manchild, oh manchild...
Why are you crying? Isn’t it beautiful to live? Isn’t it a miracle, to be, to grow, to love? Isn’t it a precious gift, to share, - to feel?
Manchild, oh manchild....
Why-, why if not out of love are you born? Do you really only want to live to die? Don’t you want to explore all the treasures of a place in time? Don’t you want to get closer to know, what’s the secret of life?
Manchild, oh manchild....
Why don’t you belief in your self anymore? Why does a mirror have to tell you who you are? Why does a brother or sister have to tell you, what’s right or wrong? Why did you forget, how your own voice sounds? Don’t you have a voice anymore?
Manchild, oh manchild....Who are you???
Aren’t you able to live without a judge? Are you no one, without to be proved “to be”, by some one? Do you only dream at night and even this not to often anymore? Are there no more miracles that life can offer you, no more laughter without ambush or restriction?
Manchild, oh manchild..
WHY then... do you call your existence Life?
Isn’t it love you’re searching for? Isn’t trust the foundation of life? Isn’t it a longing deep inside of you, a feeling called hope? Hoping and waiting....but on what??
Manchild, oh Manchild....
It can’t come, it can’t go, no one can give it to you and no one can take it from you. It is within you and only within you. It is your longing, your love, your trust which you have sold to an illusion of “outside reality”
Manchild, oh manchild, w h e n will you reclaim your power again?
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