When the night turns to black
Although the night is so pale...

A whirlwind, screaming, choking away
A pounding storm of fury, feeding my flame...

Stepping away from my daily nothings
Into different dimensions and spaces...

An old blind woman
Pets her young kitten with joy...

The sadness begins
Where I wish was pretend...

I tried to sell my troubles
But no one was buying...

The fire burning deep
Beating harder and brighter...

So slowly you come
Yet I’m still moving...

Kicking off my shoes
I lean back and relax...

I sailed and I sailed
Until I finally caved...

Blessed be the palate
Which love bread and wine...

It comes for us all,
Whether you’re big or small...