Shrouded, this mirror for the blind to see… Crowded dominions, Gather them to see…Asunder, This distance come across the sea To my captivity…
Elapsed seconds incomplete, And a memory that will burden… Who will replace me?
No one is here where silence bears no rest Where embers turn to ash. No one is there where frameless windows Shed the sun where I insist to be.
Looked back in my threshold And everything was ruinous…wounded. The walls seem arid and the stones were broken.
Alone, in here Roots deep into the earth Arms to the sky like trees… Join me, in here Where flowers turn to thorns Where beauty shades with scorn.
This igneous urge from where sins emerge Where overwhelming freedom, Turns to an immense prison. This impious gorge, Where I’ve known the scourge Downtrodden and lorn, Broken and torn…