‘... unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.’ (Jesus Christ)
I won´t forget the day I stumbled on a pearl On my way to the graveyard. Since then our roads Have drifted apart.
You tell me I died from a gush of water Sprayed out of the fountain, Others say I choke to death From a gust of fresh wind. As I walked up that road Your laughter was everything I heard, Since then our paths have slowly blurred.
You wonder why I ´ve been Prospecting for gold Just to load my gilt gun To shoot me dead.
Yes, you are right! I started to see the day I became blind. I started to live the day I died.
