On the way to me, I often got lost, the beatings I suffered were painful. On the way to me, I often stood freezing outside, I saw a warm room from there. And sometimes tears ran down my face, that it would go on much later, but one thing I knew, no, I never give up, if it gets even harder, otherwise I only lose the attention in front of me. And I get up again, even though I'm on the floor, because I can do it for sure, I feel it in me. On the way to me, I walked through heaven and hell, I had the freedom, love, bitter drink. On the way to me, I met myself, but sometimes I didn't recognize myself anymore. Because being free means being lonely. I met many there, but rarely a friend. And sometimes tears ran down my face, that it would go on much later, but one thing I knew, no, I never give up, if it gets even harder, otherwise I only lose the attention in front of me. And I get up again, even though I'm on the floor, because I can do it for sure, I feel it in me. And I get up again, even though I'm on the floor, because I can do it for sure, I feel it in me. And I get up again, even though I'm on the floor, because I can do it for sure, I feel it in me. And I get up again, even though I'm on the floor, because I can do it for sure, I feel it in me.