Call my name and let me hear.
Sun rays, shores and rocks in my ears.
I'm done with the past and I'm finished with fear.
Burning understanding with a horizon crystal clear.
Give me my map made of tears and a past.
Mysterious omens though foggy and vast.
Shine rays of transparency and trust on my vision.
A strong soul will survive, with Your blessing it's a given.
Insatiable steps in a life lived only once,
Blissfully playing on the arms of life's balance.
A cloak of armor swaying around my waist.
Shocking spoons of salt too blunt to have a taste.
Jugs of joy and fingertips sincerely feeling.
A flower garden in Poland and a room with a glass ceiling.
Carefully planning a journey with a predetermined map.
Senses open to hearing and a silver coated tap.
