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.