The Depth Of The Heights

Standing on top of the mountain.
Freedom in my head and fear at my feet.
The depth of the heights calls me to fly.
I can fly without wings, till I reach the bottom.
There you catch the sky at your feet in a body of water.
Are you holding a mirror for the moon at your feet.

My blood will paint your feet red.
The moon will be frightened to see himself red.
I will sleep at your feet for ever and will wake up never.

Oh god only you can save me from this mire.
Will you Shepherd me through this darkest valley
and replenish my soul.
How long I should walk to realize the purpose of my life.

Walk with me please... walk with me..