the gathering
new moon, different day
I'm at the waterside my cold feet are numb and I follow my dream I want to cross I want to get inside The clouds make a circle on the soil that I'm on and I trust what surrounds me I want to cross I break the storm through the clouds I'm on the other side I watch time pass and I see, I have to go along with the water that will lead the way and I feel, the rain on my head and the drops hit me one by one.