When The Night Storm

When The Night Storm...
passes through my windows
Suddenly, I break through all my walls.

When The Narrow hole...
Sucks me towards it
A cloak of wisdom, helps me grab my arm.

Groping and crawling,
for my one piece of bread
I have become a man, I should have become.
Laughing and musing,
at whatever fills my heart
I have sung what, I should have sung...

When The Soft breeze,
from crowd takes me away
Suddenly, I feel how I really am...