The road is long
I had fallen many times
With vultures over my head
Hovering to wait for me to become a carcass
The mountains were steep
The night were cold
All those days, I lost sleep to the night
With eyes open, watching vipers pass by
The river was rough
I had no drink
I could only walk till the sky was clean
My visions were blur
I lost my sight
Cactus in my face, all I see
The desert storm never forgave me
The whole society rose up to fall on me
I had caught many hails
From the sky. Bullets wounds and needles
All behind my back
It was like I never moved at all
I crawled down the valley,
Finally I made it, all alone
The road had stopped
I finally took a sleep into my arms
The hidden shades behind me finally left
The laughing hyenas, starved to death
By the roadside. I wake up with my sorrows gone
The gradient is smooth, I look back, one last time
Yes...
Sided down the temple
Crashing down with white claws
Digging in as I move down many paths
Coming around several roads with crosses
Dark marks with crocked shards
A flower down a narrow vein
Red with frozen thorns enough to freeze
No winter stands a chance
Half a wing I fly with
Carrying the labour i'm stuck with
Sharp bends on the path ahead
A triangle at its apex
Roads crossed with destiny
None with a sign of which is which
Standing in the trap of the wilderness
With moonlight over me for warmth
Shadows elongated over the grass
Darkening the watered work I have kept
A fog creeps in with crows sharpening their beaks
Feathers scattered all around windlessly into the cold
No direction set alight for the path taken
I walk into one; a moth flying under the sun
With each heartbeat beating to raise the courage within
To shatter the silence that has voided the whispers of night
Dark marks over the side walk
Cracked gravels and brown patches
Like a torn cloth after the harvest
