I agree to hate what I loved
I desire to come out from the cley I grew up.
Your breath broke me apart from my past.
Please guide me down and up your hills!
There is much to say about You over the shadow of my life.
Pass by again and again!
I need more of your light in my cave,
More fire to burn the leftovers.
No need to ponder my next step.
Just speak your life in my minute!

© Alor Deshe