No one sings.
No one dares to open their wings.
I sit close to the water.
The fish wander.
The life swings.
There is a tiny hole in fate through which
You can see my true face.
I can walk alongside you, if you can
Accept a change of pace.
I leak into shadows, I am full of lights.
I am full of leaves, floating
On the ocean of the nights.
I fly high. I am full of wings.
I am full of earth. I am full of heaven,
trees, rivers, fields, and mountains.
Yet, how empty I am in your eyes.
How easy the little bird of patience in me dies.
I bury down in my soul all I am full of.
I am indeed furious in and at love.
There is a tiny hole in fate through which
You can see my true face.
