I even want to go up a hill
to struggle against life
and from somewhere high
to look upon new horizons
but now its as if everything
does come to a goalless standstill
and around me there is darkness,
as if the sun is setting a last time
on me and on my people.
Still we are looking
to see the first light
with hope that the sun will rise again,
that God will bring the salvation
when the new morning comes.
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