Between the shadow and light
in a delightful game of hide-and-seek,
light hides behind the curtain
leaving poor shadow to search in vain
In the whirlpool of lies
the truth remains afloat
is never ever drowned,
its little mast can be seen from the coast
In the dust storm of injustice,
justice is never blinded,
it remains steady and cool -
as the eye of the very devastation
In the thorns of the cactii
in desolate desert sand dunes
the water of life doesn't evaporate
and sprouts lonesome yet as exquisite flowers
In the shade of time
I wish to play again the game
you had taught me in whispers
pouring the songs of love into my ears...
