Not litterly a song, but a poem with music.
It speaks of a journey. A journey filled with experiences, lessons, discoveries. A journey that ends.
My Death
(Nico, jan 2007)
I have seen,
the faces in the trees,
the patterns in the clouds,
the answers in the cards.
I have sensed,
the cleansing of the water,
the consolation of the earth,
the liberation of the air.
I have heard,
the voices in the wind,
the advice in bird songs,
the wisdom in your voices.
I have walked with,
the spirits of my grove,
the spirits of my blood,
the spirits of my mud.
But this was only the surface,
Manifestations of the pattern,
The pattern of the dots,
Connected by the threads,
The threads of the web,
The web of our lives.
The dots of the elements,
The elements of our lives,
Enlighted by awareness,
Now one task remains, my death.
Which is only the beginning.
