by
J.D.
Gross
Keep one eye on the
sky, dear brother
And see how it darkens
as we speak
Keep one ear open,
my brother
And listen to the
howl of the wind
The lightning surges
and the thunder cracks
But I am not afraid
For I know your ways,
brother
It is just the rage
of your mind
Go on thinking what
you will, my brother
You cannot change
the world
The darkness calls
for you
And reaches for your
weakening form
Be strong, dear brother
For I have given you
my strength
All I can do is sit
And wait for you to
return
The light is fading
fast, my dear brother
And death awaits you
in the abyss
Just when I had reached
my hand out to you
You could not keep
from slipping in |