I am young but I feel old age

I am at the Beginning but I feel the End

Here I am the lamentable monument of pride

On the monument of world standing on the top of this

mountain

I won't fly I've lost my wings

Free at last I hear the whisper of the wind

But I cannot find you in his eyes



Today a new monument of stone

Wind won't pull me down

Fire won't burn me

Only the drops of rain

Are hollowing our small clefts in my soul

These tears of Heaven will ruin the stone into dust



[written by P. Maslanka]