Berlin

What if “if” was just another word written in the dictionary?
And not a scary, horrendous beast sitting in the back of your mind?
I can see right through your fright because it’s hiding in plain sight
You don’t want others to see but you should know that they feel the same heat
So do I, I have it in me

I can hear stranger’s hearts
Beating to different beats
Bleeding a different shade of red
And I have never ever felt so strange

What if dreams were not dreams but real things
That we lived and we worked for?
The city lights, they might be bright
But they could never make me lose track or sight of what I am living for
Nor do they scare me now, no not anymore
You gotta use the heat they bring to ignite the fire inside
The burning kind of passion you need to have to survive

I can hear stranger’s hearts
Beating to different beats
They are lighting up some memories
Showing me what I could be
They are bleeding a new shade of red
And even if I try to keep it to myself
I have never ever felt so strange

Home, don’t tell me about home
What’s home, if you don’t know where you belong?
If you don’t know where you’re from?
If you don’t know what’s going on?

Standing at the tube
Seeing all the people pass by
I’m wondering about their lives
I’m wondering how they might thrive
I’m seeing so many of them but they are all just in my head
I am trying to catch them but they slip through my fingers like sand
Isn’t it sad that they will always be untold?
Isn’t it crazy, how we are all getting older?
By every second, every minute, every hour
But for once I should learn to live in the here and now

Home, don’t tell me about home, oh
Home, don’t tell me about home, oh
Home, don’t tell me about home
What’s home? What’s home? Oh

Home, don’t tell me about home
What’s home, if you don’t know where you belong?
If you don’t know where you’re from?
If you don’t know how you’re gonna live on?
If you don’t know if tomorrow will come?
If you don’t even know what’s going on?

© Melvin Hein