Window Maker - Jorn

Into the open I am moving

Taking my chances with the wolves

Painting my vision as I’m searching

Old tired feet inside these battered boots

Seeking shelter in my roots

Knowing who I used to be

Holding everything I lived

Heavy load inside tne heart

Lifting my spirit from below

Gathering winds I used to blow

Standing through the fire and snow

I’m not afraid of the taker my brain is a window maker

Reading my future without knowing

My mind is longing to be there… somewhere

Tne answer is hidden never showing… no no

Can we ever rise from our despair

Life was never fair

Building towers to the sun

Lost children of babylon

Keeping everything I saw

So many times I stood in awe

Turning the other cheek but still

I was branded by the claw

Losing the light that I used to show

In the end when all is done

Another window maker starts to run

Holding everything I lived

The chains that weigh tne heart

Fighting devils from below

Escaping the undertow

I gather my winds and I blow

My fame will grow

Grinding everything I saw

So much innocence convicted by law