As the heat is high and My throat is dry
My hands cold and clammy, and my legs are shaky
My falling consciousness, My soul in
wilderness,
Your voice is calling me even in the darkness
The voice, the power, the only reason that
I fight
Your love, your presence, the only source
of light
My life is draining, my vision distorted.
Still I remember the dream that I painted.
The garden, the flowers colors and
fragrance
The beautiful heaven and blissful
existence
Life is draining out like the candle giving
flame
I can see a star falling down in your name
