There was time
When I was blind
To everything, surrounding me
I was a pointless point
On an old blank map
I had no reason, to even be
And it’s with these grey hands
That I crawled in circles
A ship-less sailor, left ashore
I was terrified
Of finding light
So I shut myself, all away
I was a hopeless case
A lonely wanderer
Just a mountain, out to sea
And it’s with these grey hands
I came to understand
Life is more, then we perceive
The light never comes
From without
It only shines, from inside
The only things we see
Are just reflections of
How we want, them to be
And it’s with these grey hands
That I am letting go
Of everything, that I need