In my heart the red flowers on time’s page
Are slowly blooming: a scarlet cage
Grey swallows, take away my rage!
Open up my breath, open up my existence
I have been walking on a diamond-field
Not knowing the smiling fears of the mine-field
I am not an oak, just a reed forced to yield
Wind from the north; bring me back the light of peace.
There is winter inside; there is no star on the sky
I have no light-feathered, angel-perfumed wings to fly
I have no more music box dreams to sing the melodies of a lie.
Why did you make me dream, if dreams were meant to seize?
My scream is blindly scratching the walls of my mind
As I desperately try to resurrect our miracle for you to find
Me: the light that we used to see; instead of the tears I hide.
But I know, I am paying the price of my selfish imprudence.
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