Just for a glimpse of sun
I’m searching the sky
And I am on the run.
Escaping clouds in vain
The dark haunting wolves
Raindrops needles of pain.
Two birds on a dying tree
Observers or are they companions
Starring I’ll never be free.
Wasted lands and my sorrow
For I know the truth of the sun
Maybe I get there tomorrow.
It is the shiny promise that
So always keeps me running
Through every doubt I had.
Which way I’ll never know
Or will I ever come to life
Like snowdrops out of snow.
So on the run I stay
Searching the sun at night
There’s no light of day.
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