The sun is my deity.
Born and dead again each day...
Down on your knees
hands on your head...
Today I look back at days that have passed,
The days of pain, struggle, despair, darkness...
This world is full of shadows,
Light comes from afar...
Life is crazy
its can have twists and turns...
With honor in his heart
and rage in his hands...
We took some thread with short pale fingers
And we cross-stitched the moon to place...
Soft whispering winds
of change come to me across...
Blood stains on my sheet
dark room with no corners...
The hand has been dealt
The road has been traveled...
I take a deep breath,
As my fingertips touch the keys...
Under the greenwood trees
One can stand and watch the world...