Braver now I stand before your gaze.
Asunder shred my torment part by part.
Fighting yet again my same old demons.
Craven thoughts have crept under my skin.
Yet I stand crestfallen in front of your divine shine.
My night-birds no longer play it songs
Not so many moons ago
The rustle of the murmur, no sound is heard more
Whisper to me
Whisper now, I need to hear.