Stupefied waiting in an endless queue – that’s me.
Leaving home at dawn, thinking of work – that’s me.
Staring at the ceiling from a hospital bed,
or reaching for a glass hoping for consolation,
searching blindly as you have been doing – that’s me..
Real heroes marching on posters,
acquaintances riding imaginary horses?
You are my hero I have to look up to,
you are breathing in and out together with millions of others, I know you feel:
You could be, I could be the ONE, that one and only.
Refrain:
I could also be, I also could be the one and only,
whose heart – in a way never experienced before-,
is growing without bounds,
breaking through the stratosphere into infinity ..
I could also be, I also could be the one, that one and only,
In the parable a face from the crowd leads on in front of others.
carries a light on his back as a firefly, showing the way.
I would cheer on one that steps out of the queue and goes bravely in front of me,
cause I know you could come in the light or I could be the one