Your sufferings became the fuel to my fire
Fire of my heart's desire not
But the furnace of my soul

Be afraid not of regrets and dreams
Never enough is life of the mortals
To sing is to sleep, to howl is to worship

The journey of stones and mud is mine
The path of grass and moss is yours
Finite is our worry of morrow

As heavy as the clouds is your mind
Pulled by the string of conciousness
The right the wrong the unknown.