Even when you get hit right in the heart
by the stones of my words
you keep embracing life
In the puddle filled by a dripping bag of tears
You make up patterns and shapes
that make me laugh
Through the arrows shot from the caves of chaos
you see the fear of darkness
aiming at obscurity
In the buckets of ice-cold water
running from my haunted pools
you receive spurts of hatred
Without it making any difference.
now and for ever
to you, all my thanks.
Franck
french version here: De L’Accueil
