Window Maker
by:
Jorn
Into the open I am moving Taking my chances with the wolves Painting my vision as I'm searching Old tired feet inside these battered boots
Seeking shelter in my roots Knowing who I used to be
Holding everything I lived Heavy load inside tne heart Lifting my spirit from below Gathering winds I used to blow Standing through the fire and snow
I'm not afraid of the taker my brain is a window maker
Reading my future without knowing My mind is longing to be there... somewhere Tne answer is hidden never showing... no no Can we ever rise from our despair Life was never fair
Building towers to the sun Lost children of babylon
Keeping everything I saw so many times I stood in awe Turning the other cheek but still I was branded by the claw Losing the light that I used to show
In the end when all is done Another window maker starts to run