Tree of Agony

The light has forsaken me
long time ago
In this arid land there are my root
If there is fault on this paradise
of deluses, it's difficult to find it
There is no shield to defend me
against the wind of unknown
That provokes silencely the scream
of tomorrow the toil of keeping
to holding out
My soul falls in pieces under the
clouds that leave free their cries
Wet this body and
come inside my spirit, dream
Oh world, that madness is
of maker, ours agony