Born out of marriage
Such a sweet boy
You got a hard carriage
Of rue for a toy
A load of humiliation and pain
Yet somehow times
Slowly became
Merciful to your by-blow name
You finished your schooling
You got a nice job
The woman you loved
And a baby to come
Yeah, life was merciful
Or so you have thought
You enjoyed your small pleasures
For more never sought
But hurt came again
'Cause hurt's always near
They say each of us gets
As much's they can bear
You carried your suffer
As well as men should
You'd take it away from us
If you still could
The circle has almost
Arrived to an end
But too soon you have loosened
The grasp of your hand
Born out of marriage
You'll die out of mind
Who says life is simple
Never sees it from behind
But you have, yes sir
And you let us look, too
All crappy, smudged traces
That cut you in two

Aleksandra Kocmut - Kerstin