The end of my tears…

You reminded me of this one, Rachel (Darkland Poetry)…

I sung it some time back. ..

Lyrics and melody by AnandRahasya

 

Lyrics:

Prologue (Intro)

When I stand    in the rains    the tears that I weep       become invisible for your eye   ,

but the river        is growing none the less… my pain may never end

have mercy, o Great Mother,

send the winds…

 

Winds of the North  carry me on your shoulders    high above the highest of the clouds.

Will you?

To the place take me where the Sun    spins its gold into the saree of the world

Take me up…

Winds of the North  carry me on your shoulders      high above the highest of the clouds.

Will you?

To the place take me where the sun      spins its gold into the saree of the world

 

I wish to float forever, under a stardust Sky, where the blood red saree will not  hurt my saddened eyes

Take me oh mighty wind, find a place that stills my mind    and my heart will find finally ist safe hiding place.

Winds of the North  carry me on your shoulders      high above the highest of the clouds.

Will you?

To the place take me where the sun       spins its gold into the saree of the world

Take me up…

 

You take me down to the river and I feel its rush towards me.

Seems like its salty warm waters  need to feel my reddened skin .

Many of my tears have given  over the years rise to its ripples.

Never once did the river chase me away but listened to my need

Winds of the North  carry me on your shoulders high above the highest of the clouds.

Will you?

To the place take me where the sun  spins its gold into the saree of the world

Take me up…

 

Even when I cussed with fury after some mad senseless killing,

it was the river who cleansed me, and my mind’s dripping wounds,

and my soft shattered heart she replaced with stronger parts

Now I am back, she has grown old her waters drying and dying.

I don’t have no more tears, after I have wept for so many years, over the bloodshed of the world..

Of the world, of the world…

 

Winds of the North  carry me on your shoulders high above the highest of the clouds.

Will you?

to the place take me where the Sun        spins its gold into the saree of the world

Take me up…

 

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