You are feeding the mouth that bites
Offering your pain
Desiring for the things to come
Too tired to breathe
Staying away from the saintless sky
Praying to fear
Hiding your soul in an unclean crowd
Now you enter the door
Light is reflecting on the altar
Where the mirror dwells
Kissing softly yourself goodbye
You accept the rain
No heading back
No road ahead
No herd to look after
Here - on your own
Here you realize
You are the only sheppard
Once and forever...
