Home

Home is remaining
the seasons again once again
the only return from the future
the only rebirth of the past

Home is conceiving
the other side of our dreams
the only relation of truth to the heart
the only love that begets without dyin'

And the skies cry their distance
that height you will catch up with only in the past
can spring give birth and still be peace?

And the summers were short
we're runnin' out of time the sun lives fast
no gleams are left for children to but laugh in
their games were melted forth to outlined flames

And the highlands grew pale
in the late light of eternity called autumn
that's drained by all the future that won't be

And winter's cut them all
grey blood that marks the ice to testify
the dreams that were deserted by the living
and still are not forsaken by the dead

And here I stand on precipices
darker than the heat
whiter than the pain that still would fade
not even horror will remain and stand the time

What have I done?
no eyes to bear the lie and still to learn and I am learning
reasons fall higher than life

Home is remaining
the seasons again once again
the only rebirth of the future
the only return from the past

Home is conceiving
the other side of our dreams
the only relation of truth to the heart
the only love that begets without dyin'

And I ran my whole life
for a place of my own
from which I could tell
destruction from time
but nowhere I arrived and I'm learning from you
who have ordered the world
with your obsequious knowledge
with your omniscient smile
on the day when I die
reasons will fall higher than life