Sin Skinner

Your secret world is far away
You don’t listen to what I say
Give me permission to enter
I’d like to understand
Let me hold your hand
Let me be your sin skinner…
My liberty in isolation
My fingertips in consolation
A sad condition, my intuition
Let me be your friend
I’m here to heal the sand
Keep my integrity intact
I want to base my life on facts
Whatever comes, I never know
But life will ultimately show
Still very silent
I even hear your breath
What have I come for?
I know I wanted more…
Have you not understood?
It is your life they took
And all you do is cry
Don’t tell the world good-bye!