How - much meaning he will meed In order to stay in the heart of truth How much he will need to be lost In order to put off his old clothes And from an age without soul To support death that knives him Each minute .. He is now at her edge Falling down .. He has no one to rescue him Only his first idea..his deep sight . The present injures his eyes And he goes away without an eye-sight looking for his way .. That escapee from times of hate He dreams what cant be seen He builds a tent for poets Invites them to know love To cross its possible absolute To cross the sight leading to the method secret He is now alone Heart is his home His eyes are wide spaces .. He is now alone For beeing lost and trist But People see thanks to his fire The light which leads them to the truth .
