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 is swearing all the time
her fingers fumbling with her hair
a dirty mess of grime

and she starts to cry and she is asking why
her life is always the same
but she does not see, that unfortunately
there is 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 disguise
and say, that everything is alright...

and the reason why i pretended and lied
is that i don’t want to kill
the poor dream that is left in the deepest cleft
of the thing that she calls will...!

"heroin" she said...