Homage to the rising sun above the mountain
Lifted up his burning spirit under the sun’s sky
Bestowed with a new sight

In the mirror, I see my own image
Close to that of my lovely mother
Now is the time to create another face

If only I can use my imagination
I’m saved by grace through faith
When the dreary winters besieged my body

What am I to fear?
To examine the city with a clear perception of good and evil
Interpreting human actions in relation to eternity

Oh Lord God you promised a beautiful day
How diligently you covered the sky with clouds
To let the rain fall out in the way of truth

Large and intelligent was the dark black crow
Who kept flying with hoarse and cawing voices
His only will was to reach his final destination

You may shoot me with your sophisticated weapon
But, I will fire you back with my powerful words
Because my weapon is kindness

Is it the bird or is It the air?
Can you see that I’m a man without fear?