If tears could whisper words
To the one who seems to fall
Would any living person
Even dare to cry at all?
For facing your sadness
Might be scarier than you’d think
Hearing the water that stains your cheeks
Every time you blink
It’s the fear of knowing
What you’ve actually known before
But having to hear it
Breaks a heart up to its core
For words turn something blurry
Into something that seems real
And at the end the human fears
That what it could feel
Peter Fechter was 18 years old when he tried to escape East Germany and start his new life in the west. He and his friend tried to escape, until Peter was lethally shot. All took place in front of hundreds of people (soldiers, journalists etc). They left him there, right where he fell, for when someone tried to help him, they’d be shot too. And no one could reach him without going down the same path Peter Fechter hadn’t survived. So there he lay, dying, in front of everyone. After about an hour, he passed away. Once he did, an East German soldier picked up his body, and carried him back to East Berlin, where he had so desperately tried to escape from.
