why do you act like it's not your problem

i know you're busy, i know you've got a life

but why do you turn a blind eye on this

it is your problem, it is my problem

it is our problem.

i might have a bit more free time,

i might be lazying about

but i can see the consequences looming on the horizon

i might be a bit more sensitive

and again have too much spare time

to feel the pain of those beyond our borderlines.

i do not ask you to feel it,

i just want you to know

i see the consequences

like angry black clouds

they're rolling in, slowly but surely.

the thunder and the lighting,

slowly synchronizing

i ask you for your help

i ask you for a hand

i ask you for your shoulder

to share that burden

please listen to me

please give me your help

because when the clouds rip asunder

it will fall on me AND you.