The house is vast
for a silent past
Its door is banged
locked from behind
The north-wind knocks
On my window
It asks to cry
On my shadow
Storm at night
fog in sunrise
the sun is like
a shine of ice
Surrounded pains
have been fall
My soul will have
to take them all
This is my fate,
Winds are restless,
against my faith,
they never caress
Someone should run
To unveil a blind
and after, I am gone
with all I've done.
