Homeless — Erben Der Schopfung

Where you ever sitting on a rooftop And recognized that it’s not yours It’s not yours And where you ever feeling How someone else plucked the chair You where sitting on to keep It’s not yours

Cruel as they are they say You are homeless, you are homeless Thieves of mankind telling you You are hopeless, you are homeless

Think my little child, try to find a solution

I’m sitting on this rooftop And my life is breaking Scattering all over the dark clouds floor The look on your face is telling me stories Of lies and pain

You thieve are telling me that I’m endless hopeless But suddelny I see that I’m not hopeless I’m not homeless