For you I was created

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? There are moments I'm out of words Only the head is full of pictures Noise and imagination Moments The explanations are over Only the heart works for hours Cover the tears if there is Heaven Or a hiding place now Hug me and my wounds And take me to him mother I want the soul inside To go home, to my house As it was when I was a child Calling you - Mom I want the soul inside Come back to me and my image I will not go mad There are moments I do not know what to do In front of red eyes Facing heights and chasms Moments Everything breaks inside And everyone says prayers And I'm full of curses if there is Heaven Or a hiding place now Hug me, my pain And take me to him Mom, I want to ... if there is Heaven Or a hiding place now Take me to him