stand-by

work hard before you die

and i forgot one thing

make enough,

of course,

you know what,

to hope for,

do better

than your father,

i hate these f*cking lullabies,

only remind me

of my three brothers

standing here

for so long,

and they’ve been standing

here,

i know not what for,  

they never go back

to see their mother, no more,

they stick together,

seem to agree, this place

is their grave, - watch them!

low gossip, tears,

they’ve grown old,

i know this place,

the glass,

is getting thicker, and thicker,

all the time,

you got the idea that you are close to the

sun, sky, rain,…

heaven,

forever separated

from sun, stars

& heaven,

- everything smoother now,

no rain in here,

even the cold can’t grasp us now.

they are standing here,

holding their hands,

one is kneeling,

the other has his head down

on the shoulder of the other,

they are holding each other,

like true heroes,

they are going to hold.