I sit in a world with crucified colours,
But O my people,
I have a rainbow gleaming in my heart,

The wind shrieks and scratches at my hopes,
But O my people,
I keep alive the flame of my dreams,

Death combs cold air through my hair,
But O my people,
I am content and nourish my fears with Life,

War has stormed through my house and lands,
But O my people,
In my arms I cuddle the seeds of a new day.