In The Beginning by Markus Hesse

There was a time in ’64, the year I was born

I opened my eyes and they took me away

I cried and cried in pain and vain

There came a time I met my foster dad

I loved him until one night

He came into my bed and took my life

It went on and on for quite some time

I wished I was dead for quite some time

I didn’t die and I wonder why

My heart is broken all the time