Words have become the dust
Which settle on my soul
Collecting in obscure corners
Dreams fade and return
Distant beacons find no land.
I’ve become a man without country
Terra firma slips before I can stand
And you, who would be my ground
Shake me to no end.
My tears have found no seed to sow
Now an empty vessel, I am lost
Horizons are too distant
Not even the birds take wing.
And over this rugged terrain
I stand at the abyss,
Never knowing your hand in mine
Never knowing your heart in mind
Never knowing the fire, the breath,
The love I held
or the songs I sang
Fall silent to no avail.