Another song to ...
The guardian I ask
The guardian I curse
The guardian I prey to
The guardian I run of...
Who's the one to matter
You sing that through my letters!
The quest for promised lands
A mountain with infinite forests.
Hey, you, who cut the waves
My ship to my collection of dreams
Sailing to the future
Deaf to any illusory song on the Cyrenaic sea.
I'm no flying Dutch, no noble corsair
Despite them all and their voice
I hide for now to look myself
Watching the only important hourglass.
He rests in me, though damn me, if I seem too coward
to have the Faith to watch Him straight.
I'd like to see that coming
I only saw the fire.
Where are the stocks of prayers
Where is the power which they reside?
The words are obvious, the answer is simple,
'cause in the end... we have the Faith that cares.
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