The Rise

When raging winds lash out at sea,
When dark moon mocks the sky,
When the child dreams of severed limbs
And the Devil screams in delight –

When man pours another drink
To toast the fiery sight,
When the Lakes of life drown the dead,
Is it then O Lord, you shall rise?

When sweet joys will forever die,
When songs and laughter on deaf ears fall,
When the sense succumbs to untold greed
And the righteous man shall crawl –

When the good suffers a crushing defeat
And light gives way to the darkest night,
When the Devil dances in maddening glee,
Is it then O Lord, you shall rise?

When the tears of phoenix no longer heal,
When a brother takes up the fatal gun,
When love is tainted with rains of blood
And curtains hide the shimmering sun,

When the little girl smiles no more,
When life strangles her silent cries,
When evil rapes the very soul of faith,
O Lord, is it then you shall rise?

In the forests dense, Your light shall shine,
Your touch tremble the mighty kings,
Your glory forever shall reign the mind,
Your tears shall wash the sins –

When the Devil announces its victory march,
When scared and bruised lies the lonely girl,
Its then we plead, with desperate hearts,
Rise, O Lord, Rise!

- Siddhartha

The Girl

Still hope seems just a mile away,
Still dreams fly high and low,
She treads a path not known to every man,
Her struggle lies in her sorrow –

A while ago, when the sun was up,
A happy time it was –
But fleeting joy, ye quicker than the sand,
A strange enemy, a mere shadow of Loss –

Her eyes reflect the glory of her little girl,
Her charmed glory, her murdered child,
The one who never saw the light of the day,
Who would never know the man who took her life –

And thus she burnt in the burning fire,
A mother who never got the chance of being one,
And in such times we live, the times are wild,
Where no one sees the rising sun –

- Siddhartha.