The Black Crows Lullaby

Spring sixteen.
Fate had played a trick on me.
And I lost my sence of myself and my dignity.
Stand and glare as you are moving for from me.
Suffering alone my eyes the light despairing.
To my dear father.
The world is chaos now.
What should we believe to bring a helping hand.
Letter in my hand gripping tight I start on a journey.
In my chest the truth is here.
I’m walking on the black sphere now.
I’m walking, but I can’t see a thing.
And I’ll fail, and I’ll be dramed.
But I must continue on.
We all look for happiness.
Gypsies on the road someone said.
The prophet laughed on the horizon.
And the prophet said.
This is true irony.
Cut my feet so that I cannot walk.
I will still be sleeping there.
Sleep and listen to the lullaby.
The black crows lullaby.
The answer is not found yet.