Things of past and things of my present,
As if the water broke at the surfice,
Coming up from the deep and I fear you calling,
Me back to the depths I fly away from,
Still I know, I know who I am,
Still I know, the ground of which I stand,
Almost life me lost on a deserted Isle,
I'm just one more thing for them to file,
A life is a piece of paper that could not me torn,
The birds agree when the fly over the validy of the sin,
And the words that fall from above echo in my ear,
I just can't get a grip when the water slips through my fingers,
Past and present fight in my soul but its the future that holds the key,
Where I come from and where I go,
Alone all the way,
Abandoned and lost I will find my way,
I see a light and these birds fly by my side,
No more blood spilt on the floor,
No more knocks on an empty door,
Fear stops the sparrow from knowing her mind,
And life will lift her up,
Lift up the bird and let her fly,
In the sky I hope she goes far,
Lights I see are stars in the sky,
I'm here going towards them like a rocket in a dream,
And my friends the birds lift me up as well to fly high,
Towards a heavenly design,
Away from the past and the present breaking the surfice of the water,
I'm here and they will see