De dodenakker

When I reach your land. Will you be out there? I buried the day in that field. And grew my past there. Reach. When I reach out my hand. Will you be near then? Buried myself in that field. I hoped to find you there. When I call out your name. Will you appear then? Or will it stay silent and will I die alone again? I carried the void. Down deep in me. Reach. When will I reach. The new morning. The new day. And we will meet. Death. The harvest of blood. In our blood. In our eyes. Give us. A lamp before our feet. A light before our eyes. Give us courage. To live. A life dead inside. There is no end. That we will not reach.