If this would be the last of days and I could never take a step further
and the hour of the choice has come and God is asking me to take a crown,
if rain would never ever stop to fall unless I am willing to make a call
and horsemen of the old would guard the exits and there is no where to run,
what is that I’d say to dad and which of them I’d want to shield
for storms and demons never touch my heart and never have my soul?

Once an evening long ago I’ve told us stories to recall
and sipping on a cup of tea we shared both hell and harmony,
and books I’ve opened to remember in a pub that ceased to serve the drinks
turned to slaves that had the fate of logs in winter at the lake…
And when the morning came with whistles and the night was like a fog
and the warmth in gloves would melt the ice and hold in place the bows,
the dream would find a way to go beyond the rocks and slippery slopes
and to give birth to youth anew,
to make me pierce the deep and strength return to arms…

If fearless I’m reborn to walk this morning to the river,
if fearless I am taking this sword I swore to ease upon the sinners,
if fearless is a testament graved upon my chest
I’d choose to loose them all
I’d choose to all forget
to wake upon the world as innocent and do not hold regret
if only I could all put back….