High Water Mark

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