Inside of Aldo's life br The cuurtain doesn't rise anymore br After 14 years br And it is so painful for me to see the fall br And to live with the fall every single day br I am aware that I can't get rid of the pain now br Because I have to live with it every inch of the way br Even though the curtain that rose in my life br For 14 years is not there anymore br Because br Somebody ripped all the way into rugs br That is so ashame br Because it was part of my fame br That somebody is dying to have br But I wonder who? br Of course who else would rather have my fame br Than my enemies br Here in the world of poetrybr br Aldo Kraasbr br