From time to time changes become overwhelming.
From line to line sometimes it gets harder, but I swear I´m still bearing.
Every now and then I wish a hand to hold mine,
just to assure `Girl you´ll be fine´.
‚Have no worries
I´ll be there for you to carry
some of your weight down with you to the ferry
that leads you to another life.
I´ll be waiting for you on the other side and I´ll cut with a knife
the rope that holds you back and you´ll thrive!
I´ll be right there to catch if you stumbling
and I´ll go with you, together, onwards, no matter how bumbling.‘
But that´s not the way, how it works, right?