Game of Life 
 
This is the song about the game of life on a big playingfield. And about me, a figure in this game, like everybody else.

I'm standing at the edge of the field, looking at all the colored figures in this game.
They are playing their part of life.
I wanna play with them,
play my own part of life.
And the grey figures are standing around the field,
waiting for their part in the game.
I'm one of them, grey,
without coloures, coloureless.

I wanna play with you!
But nobody has time for me.
I wanna be coloured like you!
But nobody sees me.
I wanna talk to you!
But nobody hears me.
I'm standing at the edge of the field, waiting for my part in this game.

A colored figure is coming towards me,
looking at me,
up and down,
left and right,
shaking the head,
going to the next figure beneath me.
And the coloured figure takes the grey figure with her,
giving her a chance to play with the other coloured figures.
When my neighbour enters the field,
he changes his coloureless grey into pale coloures,
not like the other, strong coloured figures.

I wanna play with you!
But nobody has time for me.
I wanna be coloured like you!
But nobody sees me.
I wanna talk to you!
But nobody hears me.
I'm standing at the edge of the field, waiting for my part in this game.

Sometimes a coloured figure will come to me,
look at me,
say, that this is now my game.
To standhere and wait for my part in the game,
that's my part now, standing at the edge.
My neighbour didn't come back,
but another light coloured figure is leaving the field and changing to the coloureless grey, again.
Standing again at the edge of the game of life.
Looking at the others.

I wanna play with you!
But nobody has time for me.
I wanna be coloured like you!
But nobody sees me.
I wanna talk to you!
But nobody hears me.
I'm standing at the edge of the field, waiting for my part in this game.

I feel it, my time will come soon.
And then I'll change my coloure too,
play with the others,
talk to them,
laugh and cry with them,
live with all the figures in the field.
A strong coloured figure is coming towards me, looking at me,
up and down,
left and right,
not shaking the head.
Now my part is coming,
I hope I'll never have to go back to the edge,
but could stay forever at the field,
get strong coloures in the game of life.

I wanna play with you!
Somebody seems to have time for me.
I wanna be coloured like you!
Somebody seems to see me.
I wanna talk to you!
Somebody seems to hear me.
I'm not longer standing at the edge of the field, now I play the game.

The game of life,
come with me,
play with me!
 
 

© Gila Holler (Mittwoch, 13.10.2004, 23:45 Uhr)

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