All my life was a struggle
To get back home
But I never had a home
And through the never I’ll be gone

Once I saw a white bird
Get crushed by a vehicle
His blood so fast turned grey of dust
And the bird became the road

But I cannot win the freedom of the sky
Through this earthly body
But rather fall into the lake with beasts
Or wander on the barren forest

A sudden metanoia renews me
And I live again as another
The burden of pain disappears
By the relief of losing everything

Great are the works of the soul
When done away of watching eyes
In absolute solitude the spirit howls
As it returns to innocence

But will there be found enough water
To wash away the blood
Can there be shed enough blood
To undo the evil one

How many souls have I led astray
By uttering foolishness
And how many I might have saved
When in silence I remained

I dared to drain this ocean of pain
By a candle fire
Only to please my pride
And get lost into the depths

But a useless lumber passes by
As a guide on my ride
Towards the endless shores
And a never ending home

Just as the waves of the lake reflect
A thousand suns to you
My face also hides the opaque
Dark waters from the surface

When rain hits my skin again
It will reveal only itself
And help me conceal
What a tear might confess