My black feelings

My black feelings

Cleaning my soul

the mud I am drowning in

I am not getting further

inside the room I keep walking in

Once my black feelings

  were thrown ouf of the door

  Oh, I saw those black feelings

  crawling back on the floor

in a great shape

 and multipled  numbers

 with long and dirty fingers

 that time I asked God for help

   they´re the best ones that he could send

Cleaning my soul
the bitterest truth, I had to give in
I could have discovered the goal
I now try to believe in

Once my black feelings

  were thrown ouf of the door

  Oh, I saw those black feelings

  crawling back on the floor

 
 in a great shape and the freshest forces

with white light and the sweetest voices

(Hanuš Šparlinek, rewritten, on 20 th January)