Some
tears are much more than omens of pain
Or an
open wound in the soul is
Much
larger than the blood that drips
The
mountain is high and steep
Past sins
haunts me
Obstacles
and fear bring me down
Slaughtered
and wounded in the ground
This
occult path probes me
Bringing
in me moments of pain
A past
and distant joy
Reaping
winds sowed by the breeze
I search
the cross
Although
the wound in my soul still bleeds
Defined
and sealed target
With the
grace like a compass, map and direction
Living
danger and obstacles
I walk in
the midst of battles and moments of pain
I go
ahead ´cause the day is next
I fight
strongly, the day has come
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