Son of a Barren Land

Many deaths the self in strife
Untrodden path of unclear life
Darkness spoke of distant hope
Beyond the sea enlightened me
Restraining chains with time I broke

Despite all this deep sadness does not die
Always there, though dormant it may lie
I know her, and I know her to be black
Like a shadow within, a burden on the back

Where the goddess bears many fruits
When the trees wake from slumber
And the soil moves with life
There she grew, old and new

I am a son of a barren land
And in my dreams I see the end
Many times, in many ways
So many deaths, the death of days

Where frost and snow
Shine bright in the sun
And fire gives scent
Of wood in the air
There she grew, old and new

Realise, deep sadness does not die
Always there, though dormant it may lie
I found my home and I found a place for her
In dark times our encounters still occur

Wherever I go
Whatever I dream
She is there