01.10.2018
An abyss of precious time
So many sayThat life is endless misery
An abyss of bleak days
And children, who are begging for bread
Maybe life is a mournful song
Maybe life is good
And maybe on a bright day
I can feel the darkness of the night
Tonight the air is so pure and clear
Deep blue and icy cold
The earth rests in white silence
And the northern lights pitch their tent
And my head is full of thoughts
Roaming around aimlessly
In the night, to find that wisdom
Which comforts me
But I find no wisdom
Which would say those words of truth
Like bleeding birds they fall
To the white ground
Still, I know that gems can be found
Hidden among grey ashes
When little girls and boys
Dance around in joy like foals
When my breast is about to burst from wonder
From joy, from deep longing
From doubt and sorrowful tunes
Even then, even then
I know that life is a gift
An abyss of precious time
Where all shall wander through
And drift along and get lost in
I know that life is a gift
An abyss of precious time
Where all shall wander through
And drift along and get lost in