The Wise in the Desert

Here in the desert where no waters flow

I will rejoice in life

Here where the days are long and the nights are cold

I feel the hunger of my mind

Every day when the sun passes by

Burning every lie away

Every night I watch the moon crossing the crystal sky

Listening to what I say

I didn't do so bad

As I was with mankind

Felt no sympathy, felt no anger

Among all those blinded minds

See them washing their hands

Off the bad things they have done

See them asking for forgiveness

So that they are pure after they are gone

Together they are gathered

Just flocks of silly sheep

Waiting for a leader

Never sowing as they reap

And they call their game "religion"

Maximum comfort in their lives

And if someone is not with them

He will surely be the knife

I couldn't find an open mind

I don't know what was going on

I was singing out my words

Just like a silent song

You can see me as a cloud

Between the seas of our life

See me fly over the mountains

Bring together worlds alike

But who is left to drink the truth?

And who is left to eat the words?

When they forgot how once they thirsted

And their song remains unheard

All that's left is my awareness

A beacon anchored deep inside

And thus I'm sitting here with you

Tied to this dry land, tied to my life

Watch me as I drift across this desert

So thirsty and so pure

I am wary of my wisdom

I have to tell off, I'm sure

You can see me as a cloud

Between the seas of our life

See me fly over the mountains

Bring together worlds alike

But who is left to drink the truth?

And who is left to eat the words?

When they forgot how once they thirsted

And their song remains unheard