The Prophetess
I am still walking, walking, walking...
Where to, I don't know, yet.
I entrust myself to you again.
And, as on thin fragile ice,
I am still walking, walking, walking...
I am still walking, walking, walking...
In a stream of days, in a circle of events.
And more I explore the more interesting sense I get,
No matter if it's a pleasure or a trouble.
I am still walking, walking, walking...
And even if my Land is too far away
And my Distant Island is behind the Seas,
I will leave my look of sadness
In a Maze of my night dreams.
I will dissolve my trouble with my hands.
I am walking to you, my Prophetess...
I am still walking, walking, walking...
l pass the strangers faces.
I do not sleep at night at all.
I steal my night dreams from my time.
I am still walking, walking, walking...
Copyright © Mari Nova | Year Posted 2011
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