A woman with her child
and with her, I,
The enclosed heart of men
I hid them in myself,
The darkness of the blind
has poured into my sight,
The wound of the world's soul
and with it, I.
A woman with her child
and with her, I,
The enclosed heart of men
I hid them in myself,
The darkness of the blind
has poured into my sight,
The wound of the world's soul
and with it, I.
