• I will move on to a place where I belong.
    You will stay in this very place.
    Which where you stand,
    In my hands.
    I will be fine with the soul of my heart.
    Carried, it is onto a better life.

    With every passing moment tearing at me.
    I sometimes look down sadly.
    My body isn’t here, but does it matter?
    All my lies and shame have shattered.
    My soul is here.
    Carried, it is onto a better life.