CONVICTION

D'un groupe, un seul est appelé;

Cette chose travaille avec l'individu -

L'Esprit exige la singularisation, et

Le hors du commun reçoit la révélation 

L'expérience dont il s'agit, est

Une affaire de cœur;

Pas même le plus proche confident ne peut

Comprendre l'intimité dans le secret

Il est bien réel - 

Débarrassé de la croyance collective,

L'œil du cœur perçoit 

D'une manière bien différente 

La capacité du donateur 

Ni même le ciel ne sait dire autrement

L'authentique ne cherche pas la confirmation du voisin -

Que certains demeurent dans le noir,

La voix transmet le message divin

Persuadé que la promesse a la vie,

Le monde entier peut bien noyer -

L'on vit dans une autre dimension -

De là haut, l'univers semble plongé;

Mais l'on a l'assurance bénie 

Memory

You left a hole in a heart.

Indifferent to its agonising cries,

you stabbed through its unending scars.

It was on its way, bringing you blessing

when you opted to break its legs.

In the darkness of the night,

like a child afraid of thunders,

it tried to find you - your protection.

What made you turn into a traitor?

You turned your back to its suffering,

You ignored its troubles - the source of which, you were.

In that same corner, it remained,

where you had left it bleeding and freezing

Until a total stranger,

who knew none of its origins,

Came to its rescue.

Instead of this kindness to be from you

who was linked to it by birth,

You only offered, cruelty.

Breathing painful breaths, a heart still remembered you,

How could it not? You were brought to it by birth. 

A heart could not accept, you were the cause of its sadness;

Instead, it let tears fight in the inside

until the fight it could no longer bear.

For the rest of its days, a heart has struggled

to accept it was you who stabbed 

and stabbed, despite its cries. 

Previous memories of you, tender 

contrast with this image.

You left an empty room,

In a heart that depended on your presence,

You refused to share your blood,

for its survival.