The world falls away
All joys burn out
That once you loved;
The ashes threaten darkness.
Into yourself
You sink, reluctantly
Pushed by a stronger hand;
Freezing, you stand in a world that now is dead;
Drifting towards you here, and weeping
The dying sounds of your lost home
Of children’s voices, tender tones of love.
Hard is the path to loneliness.
Harder than you ever thought
And the source of dreams is dry.
Have faith, though! At the end
Of this your path, there will be a home
Death and rebirth
The grave, the eternal Mother.