I walked into the yard. Flowers live in the yard, flowers and people; and the flowers take care of people.
The beauty of the flowers awakened my soul to life.
When I left, I made a small garden in my soul.
Since then, when the wind blows me away, when I feel like walking through the mud, I hide in the garden of the soul and the flowers take care of me.
New song I’ve finished writing today. It’s called “On the Road.”
Based on the “On the Road” poem.
Lyrics:
You and I made a pact
At the beginning of this life,
You and I until the end
Through dust, and sun, and rain, and pain.
(chorus)
As I lay my soul to you,
Let me ride until I see the abyss
With my own eyes,
Let me be the one who stops.
Wars and fights, wishes of hate,
Wounds still warm,
Pride and praise. (twice)
(chorus)
Hundreds of people,
Every single one of them
Proof of my social existence,
Friends yesterday, enemies today.
(chorus)
Teachings neglected,
Experiences deserted,
On the road, you may find wisdom.
(chorus)
Smiles, thousands of them stolen,
Replaced by worries and fears.
On the road, thieves and traitors,
Profiting from anything.
Road carries on my steps,
Road carries on my thoughts,
My struggles, my victories,
My friends and enemies.
(chorus)
Dust covers my sins,
Rain washes all the guilt,
Sun warms my flesh,
Wind cools my head.
As I lay my soul to you,
Let me ride …
On the Road