Way - I believe in your signs
Writing the Book of My Days
Phrases of some dying sighs
Hold , hold my head out of the flow
I'm out of my breath
I see myself out of my soul
Looked for the meaning
Between the faded lines
Found pseudo answers
from time to time
Sand-be our Mother
At the end of the Way
Stone-like Father reposes around
Sand-be my Mother
Just let me drift away
Sister Wind, Brother Storm tear me out of this cold ground
Sun keep on rising...
Sun keep on rising...
Just pray days become prey of The Stream's
called Endless Almighty Time
it keeps alive all of the dreams...for a while
Hold , hold my head out of the flow
I'm out of my breath
I see myself out of my soul