When the blind begins to see...

When the blind begins to see
And the rays of light penetrate his mind
When the sleeper wakes up from a dead sleep
And inhales the morning air, cutting his lungs

It is always painful, as if born again
Understand and accept the truth - as knife cuts
From which the soul is enlivened, you feel ease then
Your wings are disclosed to meet morning dawn

And I see you such a transparent now, more clearly
Looking deeper and deeper into the essence
But when people look at me they don't see
Lifeless void that echoes to tiredness in my hands

And when I'm tired I fall to the ground
It's only cold stars recorded in my eyes
And your look's reflected in the other hearts....
It's tearing me by a silent but powerful cry "why"...

You awaken the eternal truths in me but I find it hard
To overcome all by myself, all alone
With your presence my heart get alive
But I let you go, waiting for the next sunrise...