"And from the ashes a Phoenix rose - with
Wings made of gold it
Gently touched me, a touch of relief. I
Ready to start a new
Circle, hoping it would never come to an
"Never too late for hope" - the grey ice
Where is my world,
The beggining of my life bound,
Surrounded by light,
Hearing voices calling my name
While I hover, worlds dark stain.
Where is my summertime?
Im longing for its
Far too long I shivered
In winters icy force
Clouds are above me
Mid 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 roading,
the water blood red
Please let me drink, but I cant, Im dead.
Souls are screaming, mothers and sons
themselves, am I teaching
[Repeat 1. + 2. verse]