Heroin, She Said

walking down the streets at night

i see her stumbling through the rain

a skinny figure in the dark

her face a shade of grey

begging here and barking there

she´s swearing all the time

her fingers fumbling with her hair

a dirty mess of grime

and she starts to cry and she´s asking why

her life´s always the same

but she does not see, that unfortunately

there´s no one here to blame

"heroin" she said, "was the best i had...

no more mountains left to climb.

the world so slow... all my dreams just too high

to be fulfilled in time...!"

she grabs my arm... and i feel alarmed

her fingers gripping tight

i see her pleading eyes... so i start to diguise

and say, that everything´s alright...

and the reason why i pretended and lied

is that i don´t want to kill

the poor dream that´s left in the deepest cleft

of the thing that she calls will...!

"heroin" she said...