Where am I to go? Who am I to told?
Twelve months and days went like rush hour.
Four seasons — it's getting balmy and bitter.
I close my eyes and listen
in whisperless space.
How are you in those missing times?
How distant can this world be?
Heart rhythm along with the steps I walk.
I pray for you in my heart.
I pray for you with my blessing.
I pray for your crystal clear shard.
I am rooted,
and I'm not far in between.
You open your eyes
and see in the emptiness space.
One month and days went slow.
Four seasons — it's getting dark and sunny.
I am where I'm meant to go.
I am me who I should told.
You pray with your worries.
You pray with your healing.
You pray with your flawed shard.
You and I — we pray.