A Fortune Tellers Dream

I dream with a teller’s eye

I dream and it’s right in me

See these hundred mountains

And a hundred high hills

And they’re growing inside now

And they’re growing inside now

And I tell you it’s over

And I tell you it’s all gone

And I tell you about this torture

And I tell you about the streets

I see all these empty hands around

And I see all these hands are empty

And I tell you it’s over

And I tell you it’s all denied

And I tell you it’s over

And they’re coming, I see it

I know it’s the story of one’s fortune

The story to seek one’s fortune

It’s a broken man’s dream

About a broken man’s life

All these empty pockets tell me

All these empty hearts around

All these eyes are wide open

All these eyes are blinded

All these ears go silent

All this breath goes to sleep

I know it’s the story of one’s fortune

The dream to seek one’s fortune

And he says it’s right

And he claims it’s right

And I see all these homeless

On the road they are standing

It’s a tale without ending

It’s a sea without water

It’s a child without dreaming

It’s a man without visions

It’s a girl, it’s a young girl

And I see her

It’s a mother without eyes

I see the mother we all love

I see a man, he’s still broken

See the girl without care

It’s a love without fear

It’s a shade without grey

It’s a word without a prayer

It’s a king without power

It’s a light without a Sun

It’s a ship without sailors

At the end of the sea