Pile of Sins - Irish Stew of Sindidun

Breaking my mind with the thoughts of days of yore

I don’t count on my injured and suffering soul

So many tears were cried and many more will fall

It’s like being haunted by shadows and ghouls

The day seemed sore just as many times before

And also more dust soiled the road, once marked

I’m looking for silence in memories of mine

But I will find the silence only in the cellar of my home

Soon the night’ll be changed by the morning light

But the time still stands for me

There’s a pile of sins standing on my way

Whole injustice that scattered my dreams

Now I’m cooling my head in the depths of despair

Wondering in agony how this life isn’t fair

Exiled from the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost

Occupied with questions of how much it will cost

I’m dreaming of happiness and love in better life

To feel the breath of tranquility and freedom once again

Waking up every day, no matter how long the nights

Where I will shatter all my doubts, becoming who I am

Finally, I‘m free to think of love in brand new life

Alone on the top of mountain so high

I climbed the pile of sins and left many things behind

But will I have the strength to step in the world on the other side?

My shallow heart’s still beating, I’m drenching in pain

They check my vital signs, but I’m sure I’m still alive

Will I die on the street begging for a fiver?

So may the roots of society and religion share my shame!