Distant Sun


Looking up,
eyes still clouded by memories;
wondering, how dust
covered the mighty king.
Rays barely coming down
in meager waves;
I brace myself,
fending off the raging wind.

(It) Won’t be long now,
how can I not give in…

Tearing at
my face and hands,
mad giants from the sands
wearing out my will ever so slowly.
Strength is leaving,
strength is leaving me…
In the end I’ll have to let all go…

(Bis)     (It) Won’t be long now,
how can I not give in…

Nothing to hold on, wildly swimming on
towards a distant sun,
time and space have lost their meaning;
no way to turn back, nothing to fight back
and nowhere to turn,
will I go that high? Or when will I fall?

Looking out, finding my way,
trying to tell up from down;
my head misses having some solid ground,
somewhere to stand on,
something to show me the way,
right at the end I had to let all go…

(Bis)     (It) Won’t be long now,
how can I not give in…

Nothing to hold on, wildly swimming on
towards a distant sun,
time and space have lost their meaning;
no way to turn back, nothing to fight back
and nowhere to turn,
will I go that high? Or when will I fall?