LORD

 

If I ever look down I know I will fall.

Featherless wings will come out,

Tearing my back into splinters.

Above me the one,

Below me merciless mom

It is snowing in my dream and

I, the little match girl

Restlessly gambling at the cost of my lives

Until he comes, putting his drape over my shoulders.

He says: Hush, hush, regret no more.

I should be silent now.