Woke up the garden, ate apples one more time.
Had too many questions, saw too many lights.
My other father; carry me from brightness.
I love too much, care without purpose.
The day that shines down is my one alone.
Nothing else to live for, i'm in my only home.
And where were you? i don't want you.
A fissure crackles from the other side.
Had too many questions, saw too many lights.
Took my joy for my own, spent my time on life.
Now the freedom i'm feeling comes from inside.
Burning the garden i hear the fire.
My body is warming, the sparks fly.
And all those questions, and all those lights- they're burning too.