How am I to know my keen?
How am I too see my mean?
All I know is long forgotten
I have pushed too many buttens.

Far away when deaf will hear
Hungers fall like mountain peer
When air will choke and people sing
The bells will silent and the church will ring.

Far away where trees are shining,
Stars will fade and glow no more.
Sea will perish like it has for long,
And I remain here with my song.

Far away where mutes will speak,
The wisdom will come to their lips.
And all they kept through silent eyes
Will burst and live until it dies.

Might I ask and might I know?
May I come and may I go?

I just want my soul to rest,
I just want to leave my nest.
I just feel and think no more,
I can see my very core.