When I walk past you,
I see, I hear, I feel the truth,
Not from your lips do I hear it,
But in your eyes I see the Reality.
All the dimensions of the spoken lies, the written masks,
When I glance into the pathway to your soul,
In your eyes I see the truth.
You are a beautiful lake,
Strong, loved, Respected.
But to you I am a turbid swamp.
I feel your purity when I pass you by,
I see the truth in your eye.
I do believe that that your purity will end,
If I touch you,
My salinity will dull your sheen,
So I see the truth In your eye,
So I pass you by.
From your Lake divine, you splash some of you beautiful drops into my filth,
Purify me not but diminish the divinity of your soul.
I walk every day next to divinity
I feel the piety in your eye,
but to me I am a swamp,
so I pass you by
Before you your mother in the mountains wore this divinity,
She showed me my filth,
So who am I to even see the truth in your eye,
So I look away,
So I pass you by.
Now as I walked I saw what was below me,
I saw a beauty so angelic,
I looked away before she saw me for the filth that is I.
Now I found the celestial sky,
He Looked at me,
Asked where are you going,
I said to die,
As this filth is going to turn this palace into a sty,
So I looked away,
So I passed him by.
Then I waked to the very end of reality,
As Death stared me cold in the eye,
She asked me where are you going,
So I said, to die
When she asked me something,
Something I should have myself.
She asked me Why.
The Grace of the ground is insulted,
The Purity of the sky is damaged
The Beauty of the lake is tarnished
If I live,
I am a swamp she said,
So I will die.
Death looked at me,
She asked me to look Into her eyes, Mirrors.
No Swamp Did I see, I saw a fire.
So I Pass No More,
So I Die No More,
I Am Pure.