Gitanjali (Cynic)

The lightening splits the ice Thunder twice Swallowed by rain Then black floods Slit the hills A turnpike filled I am a weed by the wall Gitanjali, keep swimming The aching void in me Sings softly I fear no one A cold hand at my door The sinking floor I am a soul on the run Gitanjali, keep swimming Goodbye to all of you It's useless to refuse the muse Let's carry on for future generations gone Gitanjali, keep swimming Goodbye to all of you It's useless to refuse the muse Let's carry on for future generations gone And between living and dying There's a third thing, yes The victorious has left the room Gitanjali, keep swimming