"And from the ashes a Phoenix rose - with made of gold it
Gently touched me, a touch of reliefe. I was ready to start a new
circle, hoping it would never come to an end.
"Never too late for hope" - the grey ice melted - slowly..."
'Spring'
Where is my world,
The beginning of my life bound,
Surrounded by light
Wandering aimlessly around,
Hearing voices calling my name
White I hover, world's a dark stain
Where is summertime?
I'm longing for its warmth,
Far too long I shivered
In winter's icy force
Clouds are above me,
Mild air caresses my lungs
I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun
Soft grass - but it hurts to go over it,
Pointed stings - running between I stick
Brooks are roaring, the water blood red
Please let me drink, but I can't, I'm dead.
Souls are screaming, mothers and sons
Are slaughtering themselves, am I teaching a dream...
