This longing , i make it a silence anchor in the soul's ocean I burden it , thought it always calls like a new reef Becoming a bitter wound that weeps silence Yet , at the crossroads of restless time , i stand tall Waiting is the beat of my pulse that never fades In the graps of unrest that devours like a shadow expance My soul weaves prayer so that your footsteps may find mine Bringing the torch of a grip that pushes back the darkness I long for your coming , as switf as the morning wind Giving the shelter , an embrace a home for my weary soul Ah , it is now only a mirage in the dessert of hope Though this storm of feeling strikes without mercy I try to become a tree whose roots deeply pierce the earth So as to firmly hold the real shape of your presence At the moment , the dream is now longer just a whisper