Stars

As I lay my head upon his shoulder
Surrounded by the silence
I look up, up into the darkness
I see stars in remembrance of our ancestors
And I wonder..

Oh tell me father
How did they made it?
Through better and worse
How did they do it?
Cause I feel cursed..

My words, my thoughts
I put them down on paper
And I wonder, wonder why
Why do we fail this life?

So father tell me
Is life just a game?
The life we live
And the love we give
Why do we destroy our purpose of life?

Through better or worse
I guess those words mean nothing
Empty promises, thats what it is!
Love, love became our weapon of self destruction

I lay my head upon his shoulder
And before I fall
I look up to heaven, to the stars 
Father,  I hope someday I'll get the chance ..
.. To understand

And I will write you again...