When the sun rise and my mind wake,
I feel a void which a breath cant fill.
Neither the passion nor any pleasure,
Not even a loved one can undo that space.
Each leaf falls and new ones grow,
Each tell a story of birth and death.
A story i hear at every heartbeat.
But my concern, never the novel, but only the author.
A voice in the desert, and then came the Shepherd.
To follow was the command but to go astray is my fate.(i fear).
And to love was the command, but to stumble is my fate.(i fear).
That voice fills my heart,
And void is his silence.
That voice frees me,
And slavery is his silence.
Then came a final messenger,
A new book and an old command.
Off the cross i took my eyes, for a momment;
An unfaithful deed.
Now in darkness, lost and depressed.
How long shall i wait to find thy again, my Lord?
Prove to me no truth,
For i follow my Shepherd's voice;
My destiny, my hope.
Call it a lie,
I'll call my life a lie too.
