With each moment passing by
I wonder where the truth hides,
in the stormy seas or the dark lands
or the deep black wandering sky.
Each step i take to move ahead,
I am pulled back to a deeper shed,
each step I take to break free,
I am drowned in the despair sea,
The more I try, the more I fail
evil faith behind my tail
that guides me through the lonely paths
leading to a deeper wrath.
Oh where is the holy land,
the one that frees our kind,
I wonder where the truth hides,
in the stormy seas or the dark lands,
or the black wandering sky.
Waking to the morning sun,
the light I see has just begun,
but the darkness in me still prevails
Wonder which evil it hails.
Creating a heavy dream,
the soul in me is wishful it seems
searching for the black hole
to escape the one it already holds.
Oh where is the holy sky,
the one that frees our kind
i wonder where the truth hides,
in the stormy seas or the dark lands,
or the black wandering sky.
The forming mist blocks my view,
bringing out the inner fear.
The flowing stream creates a hue
of different palettes together.The rounded pebbles recite a story,
each of it’s own journey.
travelling along the moving path
urging to be found.
Oh where is the holy sea,
the one that frees our kind
I wonder where the truth hides,
in the stormy seas or the dark lands,
or the black wandering sky.
Oh Free me lord from this weeping soul,
the one that i behold.
Uplift me to the holy world,
that i was once told.
Take me to the holy sea, the holy land
and the wandering sky,
that will take me in and heal me through,
Me, the human kind.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
With each moment passing by
I wonder where the truth hides,
in the stormy seas or the dark lands
or the deep black wandering sky.
Each step i take to move ahead,
I am pulled back to a deeper shed,
each step I take to break free,
I am drowned in the despair sea,
The more I try, the more I fail
evil faith behind my tail
that guides me through the lonely paths
leading to a deeper wrath.
Oh where is the holy land,
the one that frees our kind,
I wonder where the truth hides,
in the stormy seas or the dark lands,
or the black wandering sky.
Waking to the morning sun,
the light I see has just begun,
but the darkness in me still prevails
Wonder which evil it hails.
Creating a heavy dream,
the soul in me is wishful it seems
searching for the black hole
to escape the one it already holds.
Oh where is the holy sky,
the one that frees our kind
i wonder where the truth hides,
in the stormy seas or the dark lands,
or the black wandering sky.
The forming mist blocks my view,
bringing out the inner fear.
The flowing stream creates a hue
of different palettes together.The rounded pebbles recite a story,
each of it’s own journey.
travelling along the moving path
urging to be found.
Oh where is the holy sea,
the one that frees our kind
I wonder where the truth hides,
in the stormy seas or the dark lands,
or the black wandering sky.
Oh Free me lord from this weeping soul,
the one that i behold.
Uplift me to the holy world,
that i was once told.
Take me to the holy sea, the holy land
and the wandering sky,
that will take me in and heal me through,
Me, the human kind.
