Winter trees
without leaves
seem to find peace
with ease

No marks
from the past
everything
have fallen down

Who we are
so many scars
project it out
on me
and I on you

Who we are
quest without return
unborn dreams
I still can't reach

It is easy to say
you may come my way
blindfolded fools
look like me and you

it woun't take long
the sun will come
burn us down
till we break down

end of cycles
Mother Earth
looks like prison
still musical strings
rains down
follow us
takes it up
this is the place
for us
beautiful
still lost