The sun is rising more and more
The shafts of sunlight prickle on my skin
I open all my windows and my door
I wish the warmness cures my venial sin
As I have shown me to the lord
I felt so wounded and my flesh so weak
That I decided without making word
To shelter me and find a saver place to sneak
Uncomfortable have I never been with me before
I never had perceived myself as strange
Now I dont like my living. not still my own odor
Cannot affort that time has really changed
Under my coat of arms a strong barrier of folly
Shall save me not against my fun
But blitheness about your ravishining beauty
Which I cannot stand, I have to run
If this not helps I have to raise a stony wall
My life and heart feel self-absorbed
When cold and claiming hands are touching my at all
I feel the loss but have myself ignored
How shall the rocky castle be assaulted
Who will just find her way into my soul
I have much fear not getting reanimated
But through your litheness you will reach the goal
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 30.03.2014.
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