the torch is passed

Standing there with matted hair
red smudgy lipstick framed her mouth
she loves to tell past stories from a pretty girl.
she was about ten when mother
told her not to play with pupae anymore,
´cause life is hard
she can not be a child anymore.

Once she had beauty
once she had life
broken hearts with her eyes
she was young
life was rich
her dreams come true.

She felt in love when she was twenty
april, 13 was the day
her dress was white
her lips were red
her love alive
Joe was his name he died in war
her dress turned black her lips got pale
her love was dead she was no child anymore.

Once she had beauty
once she had life
broken hearts in her eyes
she was not young
life wasn´t rich
she lost her dreams.

A girl, sore eyes looks through the time
changing her mind
her plan of life went into darkness more and more
I hear her story
sound of her voice is in my ear
sad shadow leading the way
her love was gone years before.

A little girl with matted hair
red smudgy lipstick framed her mouth
listening to stories happend to a pretty girl
she´s young and beauty has no fear
she plans her life and will not hear
the torch is passed,
the drum is playing more than fast.

written by Volker Merschky und Simone Pfaff