Let me be!

In thy hands I've died
In thy heart I've drowned
From thy self, was created
And to dust, shall return!

Let me be!

My little tender,
From my seed.
Grown without fear,
With the lust of life
Raised upon my deepest values.

One Second, one tiny fraction
Ceased it all, with a hatefull Action.

Let me be!
Let it live.



I carry my scars with me all the time
We all carry it, we all know the results.
We are being reminded hourly, daily.
And every time when it fades away, it still hurts.

No matter where you are, when you are,
Those familiar faces, surrounds you all the time
No matter what you do, within the scar
Grows another one, with a different "smile".

Dedicated To all Those Who Has Lost A Part Of Him/Her
In a Terror Action.