Lost Moment

Rain is falling gentle on my hair, motionless I stand, on this cold autumn’s day

As the leaves spiral to the stable soil, the descending fog seems to reflect past days

And stubborn the trees camber under the pressure of soundless wind

Like my soul... standing and waiting

Flashing memories emerge from their mouldering graves, and spoil this deceptive idyll

At sunrise I am eavesdropping the wind...whispering my name

Pain and Sorrow, Fear and Death

Come for me, Release me from this world

I roamed the coldest mornings, and the darkest nights

I viewed my soul, thought I saw my ashes

But at this point of decision, I hesitate

I...AM...AFRAID

Like creeping cold, the fear covers my body

And prevents my from living

And the pain rises up again,

in the view of my inability

Another tear I shed for a lost moment

Still I stand motionless on this winter’s day

I am awaiting a new beginning

Hoping for destiny to prepare my lonely way

Never shall I be free

Never shall I feel inner silence

As the dew moistens me I kneel realizing

That I was born to die...

Like creeping cold, the fear covers my body

And prevents my from living

And the pain rises up again,

in the view of my inability

Like frozen trees I am standing in the shadows

Forsaken I try to melt in the sun

Forever I am trying, never finding the searched

Depraving stagnation surrounds my live

So another tear I shed for a lost moment

For a lost moment...

For a lost moment