I pity those who
let theyre faith
in the hands of others.
Let somebody else
climb theyre ladder,
just to end up on a step
where they find theyre
roots loong gone,
in a shallow place
of never knowing
understanding.
I pity those
who seeks
unknown knowledge
served on a silver plate,
cause soon
they might find themself
eating from
the floor,
whitout even
realising
where the table
went.
I cry tears of despair
while my hands burn
and the pattern seams clear.
But whatever done
will be useless
if you keep on running
away
from your yourself.
Ill harm you
by trying to fix you.
Cause Im not the one
capable of doing so.
You are the only one
with the key.
Please turn around
unlock the door,
cause that is the only
way to open your
sealed door
whitout tearing it apart.
I feel joy
the second
every move
made by you,
are made by
the inner voice of
guidiance.
I wanna walk
with you then.
Eat with you then.
But Ill find
my own ladder,
my own plate.
And my voice
speaks
to me.
Ill share
my knowledge
carefully,
so you wont loose
your sence
of reality.
But know
Im proud
of you,
and Ill await
your
incoming.
I got faith
in you.