As I know - course set and sealed In sweet unlight I can’t receive Or transmit the toughts of mine Revelations – fevered kind Of visions – in bitter light On this highground of life Just climb upwards ‘till the final approach Never knowing where’s the peak
As the steps take us further Away from our sweet belongings Dreaming about our wounds would ever heal But the facts are not responding Without the former guiding lines Just struggling in the dark When will we reach our zenith Where stands our High Water Mark.
We’re without tears, without fire And without understanding Seeking the joys we’ll never feel Well known, but still annoying So as we slowly reach the slopes Much easier to see Great times are left behind us But the mark will always shows the peak
Slopes and risings of the hills Have I created something Something that really hard to leave
Like thirteen stars of freedom And yellow rose amongst the maize Fight for your cause and soul With fury and faith
And as I cross over the river and have Rest under the shade of trees I look towards the sign Enjoying its hights Hights of a trail