I’m standing here alone
And I’m trying to define
The silence or the moan
The water or the wine

My back is broken
Or it’s maybe my mind
No more tears have fallen
Just the taste to remind

I’m coming to the end of a sorrow
No more the slave of fears
I’m conscious the path is narrow
That if I turn back I’ll freeze

Once lying next to you
I was trying to deny
The many doubts and the blues
The because but not the why

My soul was bleeding
Or it was certainly my heart
Time of tears no more blessing
Bitterness rose its dart

I’m coming to the end of a sorrow
No more the slave of fears
I’m conscious the path is narrow
That if I turn back I’ll freeze

Now facing my reflection
Able to observe
My loving contradictions
Utopian smile at the absurd

My body has recovered
And my head’s managing too
Sharp rain has been reconquered
By the sweet sun breaking through

I’m coming to the end of a sorrow
No more the slave of fears
I’m conscious the path is narrow
That if I turn back I’ll freeze