Jerusalem

A road deserted lies ahead,
but my heart is still too young
to know how to fulfil all dreams inside.

A summer ends too soon.
The rain makes us forget how flowers bloom.
This cold world won’t help to find my way.

An old man said goodbye,
ascended with a balloon.
I hope that he has reached by now his Jerusalem.
He failed to end in life
his mission to higher ground.
I know there’s just one life to find my heaven.

Restless as rustling leaves,
on a branch moved by a storm in May,
as I follow my search for inner peace