Sitting here with the birds
blow by force of nature
How could this be
I'm here with a flower
you come close to perceive
beside the still sea
When all hope is fading away
The fear of the night here to stay
With the dark grooming whispers of the owl
I work through the concave of the hill
I wish for is the brightest star in the sky
Confuse in the midst of the ocean
One by one we choose our option
Side by side we walk the green pastures
Even though I’m left with little
I have everything I need by my side
I have to take it slow
As the snow dropp one after the other
I’m glad to make it again
For you had been my refuge
My break through, in life my hope.
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