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And when you’re completely broken again,
With not a glimmer of hope in sight,
You walk through the city streets—
Streets that have nothing left for you—
Glancing into illuminated entryways,
Where dim light beckons from the windows.
Should it rain for you, or should it snow?
Should you laugh, or should you scream?

If I could take everything that matters to me,
Pack it all into a suitcase,
And borrow a single moment—
Just to find joy in it once more—
Then I would do it,
Even if it cost me my life.
That’s how much I cling to those positive moments—
So much so that I would die for them.

Hey, hey, hey—what’s this all about?
In my own life, I am the king,
I am the clown;
I’m free to look back and to look ahead.
No rules, no commandments—
Let me live, or I’m as good as dead.

Now everything is gone,
Torn from my life.
No, I won’t try to fix anything;
I just want to take a step back—
To start over again,
Before my downward spiral began.
Even if it leads to my ruin,
I have to go through it.

With my eyes closed,
I choose between two paths:
The first is fear,
The second is not giving a damn.
To hell with the fear—
I’ll forge a path through every obstacle,
Find my backbone,
And rise like a phoenix from the ashes.

Hey, hey, hey—what’s this all about?
In my own life, I am the king,
I am the clown;
I’m free to look back and to look ahead.
No rules, no commandments—
Let me live, or I’m as good as dead.

Resurrected—I can’t walk on water,
And I can’t turn it into wine,
But I am healed.