Sometimes I wish I'd be silent
you could see me like you see
the field bent beneath rain, holy grain grows
Sometimes I wish storms would fall on me,
wash all the dirtied,
drown into deep water
Wash away our uselessness
I'd flow away into the last river
Sometimes I wish you'd be mute
I could see you like I see
nature humbled beneath rain, holy grain grows
Wash away our uselessness
I'd flow away into the last river
Close words into my coffer
so can ring
hear how the wind plays its chimes