At The Border Of My Nation — Diary of Dreams

The sky ranges the past Enclosed in ancient walls Captured in memories A kingdom to survive Immortal silence gathers illusions inside I see the desert sand Whirled up by the feet of war A mournful eye in isolation Blinded by a silent spell Slaved to my debility

My future in those hands That I can't move Like a victim On his knees The guidance still mine?

I take the blame

To find salvatation And I await The worst to come The guidance still mine?

Tomorrow seems remote - so distant My expectations evapurate Leaving nothing to breathe Another day to survive in silence