Although a heart is crying for the world

It understands the wounds well

Keeping it open it bleeds

Keeping it open it heals



Sometimes we are away

Sleeping through the day



Strong is the hand

That builds the white palace

And the dark gardens

Surrounding the white palace



Lay down all worry and trouble that is done

For what is the purpose in a search for something

That is gone

Understand the wounds well

Keeping it open it bleeds

Keeping it open it heals