Woorden: The Gathering. New Moon Different Day.

I am at the waterside
My cold feet are numb
And I follow my dream
I want to cross
I want to get inside

The clouds make a circle
On the soil that I'm on
And I trust what surrounds me
I want to cross


I break the storm through the clouds

I'm at the other side
I watch time pass
And I see, I have to go along
With the water that will lead the way
And I feel the rain on my head
And the drops hit me one by one