Beside my ghost
I suppose I was there
But in my soul I swear
I wasn’t, but feeding this vine growing inside
Without my knowledge
I was driven off course
And all this bound me to you
You never had any role to play
But to shine as a beacon
What if I had let it run wild
Brought it into the light of day
Instead of nurturing it
in my silent soul
The antidote is inside this sword
Looming above our heads
With its unique poison to be cooked
Why is this holding me down
While I try to rise up
Is this fight between the two birds
insoluble and eternal?
From this tension I know I can grow
But the chasm is too vast
Will I ever marry both worlds,
or leave one behind?
What will emanate from this war?
What will fly above water?
What fugitive matter am I made of?
Unearth the first one
Don’t leave anything in the cold
Lost in a hidden corner
I know I will never rely on the world below to surrender
I’ll take the sword by force and turn it against myself
Be the knight of my own hell
And my own glory
Or let the sword fall over my head
Be the king of my own health
And by its unique poison,
The queen of my soul
Beside my ghost
I suppose I was there
But in my soul I swear I wasn’t,
but feeding this love like a peaceful fire
Now I shall be truly resigned
And leave it deep inside
The devil may say it is not real but who cares now
When I thought I was at the end of my rope
Suddenly I was bold
And utterly transformed
From the deepest core of my being
The winged bird has risen,
And looked at me without fear