He went away – he broke the door.
Alike the motion of the flame
My burning soul feels the floor —
Another way of healing pain.
Will ship reach once the wanted shore?
Or will it find there graves
Of people rich who prayed their Thor.
My brothers were royal slaves.
The heart stopped beating – sad enough
To cry few days without pain,
But memories survived – it’s tough,
But also fool of screaming rain.
Our way is length of summer day,
But it will take my nine lives.
We humans went from our caves.
Our God loves three we were five.