As I saw my path disappear in thick forest, between thicket walls, inside the bleeding soil, My feet were pinned, struck roots.
And for a moment, I could hear, leaves teaching their song, And I wanted to come up, high, and blossom, with them. Drops of the rain I knew, fill inside me, fall below me. And the desperate cold wind froze me, weighed on me.
And for a moment, I could touch, the edge of the grey pain, And I wanted to come up, high, and see the light, See the light.
They say the blue skies above us, are filled with lights, Perhaps one day, I too, shall be able to see.. To see.
And I fell to the ground, quietly, I shut my eyes. Sealed my heart, and felt myself stripped from all my pains, from all my loneliness.
And for a moment, I could escape As a feather on a wing of a bird. And I succeeded to go up, high, to see the light. See the light.
And for a moment, I could escape As a feather on a wing of a bird. And I succeeded to go up, high, to see the light. See the light.