called for god (dochegger p 2018)

if all roses passed its time,
the garden dry and on its days,

i remember when i had to smile,

thats are gone and far its ways.

now i see,

what you had done,

its not me,

YOU killed your son.

the highest golden rule you broke.

its not grim - its what none spoke.

you got your eyes,

you got your ears,

if i would speak, you lost whats near.

a iceberg suffers upside down,

what they says - its not a crown.

its a basin what we got,

if its full, it calls for god.

this is why we live in pain,

since all the days we cry,

a machine where we cant remain.

too much sugar on the pie.

the old and weak - are called to stay,

counting each from june to may,

to facing our final day.

beholder of - what we can behold,

its in my name, how its called,

tousand tounges and one eye,

endless singing about we cry.

if our voice got slow and weak.

the machine gets in pain complete.

all the pain i fear at most.

to see next days washed on coast.

in the prayers like the amen,

from skin to blood i am a human.

what you will hurt,

is hurting me,

trust me i had all to see.

as the stars are big in size,

the machine find a new surprise.

it is there to speak with god,

just to ask, why its not.

all the answers, what i cant miss,

"stop to ask, and eat, it is."

its told clear, but seems too loud,
a echo what it is about.

not each to each swings the same,
like a mountain find its end.
what was there before i came?
the answer stays before it bend.

thats why - i put a pearl in t´ game,
let it find its closest friend,
all my love full in flame,
you will see there was no sand.