Category: Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

JESUS Woke up in a white veilThe fog sets the silence in my handsI think back to my thoughtsAbout the peopleI’m thinkingWith increasing pain in my headPeople who have condemned meDark hourinthe hoursAnd I would now complain quietlyBut there is no furyAnd there is no sadnessThe time has melted away like water in the seaTearsofthe womenThey are covered with cloudsLet my heart bleed to deathAmong the thornsatlastThere is no sun in the zenith