Albert The Miner (part II)

His name was albert, forty-seven years of age

He was a miner, working every night and day

Pickaxe and oil lamp were his silent friends in these dark mines

Where the sun never shines

Albert was ambitious, tried to find a secret way

To a land far from here he once heard of in a tale

With pickaxe and oil lamp he wanted to break through the space and time

To find this land erstwhile divined

Who thought that one man would dare

To search in the depths for a door, not knowing where

With his confidence and hope he carried on

To seek this place, his home

I’ll leave you, so said albert, I’ll give all a man can give

To find this world beyond the dark, it’s where my father lives

With pickaxe and oil lamp he wanted to break through the space and time

And he never returned again

I tried so hard but now I feel weak, my hands are scarred

I feel the warmth fade, my strength is gone

Can it be that I was wrong?

Albert, my beloved son

I know you’ve searched so long my friend

And now your search has found an end

Come, I’ll take you home

I searched for so long but now I’ve found the truth

There never was a door I finally see through

The key was always in my heart to find the hallowed land

I’ll leave this world for good now to stay in the potter’s field

Who thought a miner was guided by angels alone?

I found my place, I found my home