believing in the world, people, dreams and yourself is not easy but possible |
The rope loop of the hero on a horse Separates dark clouds They scatter like the dust of fight And noble long hair spins around. On the side under a rock The man of earth through shaking lips - Is weeping chants and asks for bliss, His lazy eye is searching for the sun At this moment it’s well hidden but not gone. Scarred skin is running through the woods, Out of breath - warts on his feet He hears the screaming of the trees. Bent shoulders from adventure Some memories are painful. A raging feast hits a stone which crumbles to the ground Emotions are going crazy inside and bursting out Through the hand powerful veins like snakes Like the branches of a man. Notes dance in speeches, sounds and music Around bonfires, in fields, between four walls Looks and expressions are read By angels with love are fed. Can you hear the voice of the world’s preacher? It is a whisper from within. Through the cracks of a broken earth A purple flower grows. Drops of fire leak from a hungry heart Burn old wounds in the soul. Wings carry prayers and dreams They wave through almost solid air Make all the creatures Lift their heads and stare. |