are too long, we have out here,
than that the hope we still remained
vielzuweit addition, because a storm drove us.
Tired eyes look over the water, in infinity,
often fought in vain and no ship that liberates us.
The reserves are used up in the storm of the night,
sometimes a few drops of rain, not
all of us made it to here carried off
of despair, fear and thirst.
The life still do not know why,
no faithful soul who is waiting in the harbor,
in this journey of no return,
is probably no salvation.
One morning, I can not believe
what I see there on the far horizon,
a tear run me through the face,
because, .. there is land in sight!
The next tear follows the first track,
three years now seen no country
we will the rest of the trip,
now also are still standing.
Once again, we pick up the oars,
arrest the control in the hand,
on a day in October,
we reach the distant land.
us ask not what we have seen,
where we stayed in all those years,
as we continued, and were without hope.
You would not believe
never understand ',
're glad
that we here in the light of home
meet again '!
October 2010
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