Part of This Soil

Look in the distance, there is he again
the old and dark man with a preacher's soul
I'm sure he's wondering while he's sitting there
how many things have changed since he broke his arrow
There's a blank space between his memories...
... a desert that he cannot walk anymore
withstanding a heat that only warms his bones
Look at my fresh youth, I don't even remember why I'm young
look at my fresh youth, I can't even remember i'm still young
Look in the distance, there's a tornado outside
and i hear the creaking of the invisible chains of sloth
there's only one option sitting on the porch
drag myself through the dust and just keep on walking
But the wind is an unmerciful sweeping stalker...
Wich grants the change without asking me
I'm standing a heat that only warms my tears Look at my fresh youth, I don't even remember why i'm young
Look at my fresh youth, I can't even remember i'm still...
Part of this soil, my shelter and my home
eastern boundary of my wilderness
cross my heart, my wall and my home
silent prayer's land
I can't even remember I'm still young
Part of this soil, my shelter and my home
eastern boundary of my wilderness
cross my heart, my wall and my home
silent prayer's land
I can't even remember i'm still...
Part of this soil, my shelter and my home
eastern boundary of my wilderness
cross my heart, my wall and my home
silent prayer's land
I can't even remember
I can't even remember i'm still young