Bleak kisses Hopeless
Then my mind makes the turn
Healing rides upon black clouds
The stoning of my heart, suddenly dissipates
With a wise decision
Time heals all
Sometimes too fast
Many times too slow
Growth, is growth
Whether from triumphant moments
Or rash and foolish mistakes
Wisdom is not promised
Just as knowledge does not grant salvation
Bells ring as good prevails once more
Leaving a temporary emptiness
That washes away in the damp mist
My joyous future is on the horizon
While it also runs down my cheek
I listen to the voice of the world
Breathing in its wisdom
When suddenly the whisper comes
“Be Gentle”
