Maybe we all get there
  Just before we die  
Maybe some of us make it
  And some don't  
                        I don't know why                  
       

Born and give birth
  That's us, we're alive
Born to seek truth
  Some find it
                  Others tell lies

Nights can be long
  And cold, and dark
Nights can be bright
  Slightly lit
            By sparkling stars

And summers they burn
  Flowers, their thorns
Yes, Summers they come
  To prepare us
                   For the storms

Maybe we all get there
  Lifted and thrown
Maybe the wind carries us
  At least some
                     Back home

14.09.08