Where forces of the Sun are weak I breathe these spirals of time Where forces of the Moon are bleak I stumble time after time
I hide behind walls made of flesh and stones I hide behind hopes of being somewhere else All inside me is moving off beat All inside me is weak and leaving
Leaving me You, black wind, forgive me
For I am no more what I have been I wish the rain could wake and call But behind the walls Is there something left, at all?
