I am walking alone on these paths again,
And in my thoughts, a cup of cold coffee left in the kitchen.
Once we were children too, do you remember?
Trying not to miss the train we were running through the rain.
I am going, looking for this line.
There are so many thoughts and no words to be found.
I have never asked God for an easy life.
The eternal lonely warrior I am
And in ink my hands are.
Many lost the faith walking in the deserts,
Cursing fate and God.
Only they have forgotten one thing –
We are all free,
But we tie ourselves with mind and words.
– Elephants Guardian