They have had all shares of questions to me

From the misty and frosty past

They have asked in the name of divine decree

And I have asked for their last

It shivered, my hope, from within a why

From the burning and glowing now

In attempts at faith I conspired with the sky

And I have always wondered how

It was known; they had all choices laid

From the blooming pain inside

All I could see was fate and its raid

And I have nowhere now to hide

Each has had his share of mistakes, no doubt

From the winters and summers hence

Where hope or despair may eventually sprout

And I have always lost to despondence

They have had many a days of questions for me

From the hazy autumn last year

Questions in deluge: the questions a mighty sea

And I have had all fear