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Sometimes the sky is

So cold and I am so alone.

Sometimes the clouds are

So black and I am so weak.

Sometimes the world is

So big and I am so small –

And I am a child again.

I want to run, run to your open arms,

Feel your good eyes in mine -

But you, father, are so far away...

Father mine,

We didn't have the time...

Father mine,

Why did thou bid my father leave?

I cannot comprehend...

I beg thee: lend me thy hand,

Father mine.

It wasn't strength

Which kept me a-walking

As I followed the black thing,

Laden with flowers:

It was being beyond

Weakness and pain.

I had not yet realized...

All the time

She was clasping my hand,

I felt cold in the rain

And I thought:

"As a weak reed,

How could I help her?"

Father,

Grant me the strength -

I need it so bad.

On the day

We brought you home,

Home to the dust,

The sky did what I couldn’t do

For he wept and he roared.

And it all,

Said my strange calm,

Seemed to befit this day –

And I was a child again.

Father mine...

Pater meus absconditus est,

Deus meus absconditus est:

Quaero patrem meum,

Quaero deum meum.

Ubi es, Pater?

Ubi es, Deus?

Ubi es?