aye there is yet hope

A little hope after all,
For me there is.
I feel freedoms call,
And i can't refuse it.
A ruined chance,
I have given up,
For the fleeting glance,
At what in my I'll find.

I let it all go,
I feel it all slip by,
And finaly I know,
That from this task I can't hide.
I want to feel loves kiss,
On my cheek of my will,
To know foolishness is bliss,
And run for a fleeting moment,
Into the sun.
To know nothing,
Other then the freedom and the warmth of my run.