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.