The thin red line

 

Some need to live, some want to die
Some fond of darkness, others strive for light
And everybody’s wrong while being right
And everybody sees yet they’re blind
They fight each other being all of One
And all will have to pass that thin red line

Have ever looked into the Angel’s eyes?
Have ever heard how the angels cry?
Have you been silent then or loud?
Have you lost something then to find?
Could you get through the scary night?
Have you traversed that thin red line?

Do you remember also those good times?
Have you already seen the other side?
Do you too think it’s time to say goodbye?
Are you to turn away so we don’t cry?
Did you get why it’s a five finger hand?
You will, when passing through the thin red line

Have you prepared now for that day?
When even babies’ hair will turn gray
And do you know there what to say?
And how to clean this dirty jar of clay?
To fill it with the drops of sacred wine
To taste it then, across the thin red line

The Lion’s secret is told by the crying ney
The Mother’s tears are poured by the rain
Didn’t’ bother to hear, see the divine face.
You thought the world’s smiling but it was a grimace
While looking for the idols, you have missed the sign
And now it’s time to cross the thin red line