At the end of time
I will be the last to breathe,
I will claim what’s mine,
May it all be pain and grief.
Heal this only, heal this holy
World in me.

My father’s a pigeon,
My mother’s a tree,
The earth is my religion,
My own aim is to be free.
Break these heavy, break these aching
Chains for me.

Eyes won’t cry forever,
Ears won’t hear you pray.
You won’t find the truth, no, never,
Do what must and come what may.
Tell the only, tell the holy
Word to me.

Crawling thoughts torment me,
Dreams of what is true and real
Longing deep inside me,
Soul’s remains I want to feel.
Save my only, save my lonely
Soul for me.

Take a leaf out of your book,
Make it new and strong.
In my hands the world I took,
Now they tell me I was wrong.
Take this ugly, take this jolly
Lie from me.

Like blood tastes the black ground,
Like smoke, this ancient tree,
Like a noise, this nature’s sound,
Clean this home and set it free.
Save the only, save the holy
Home, please.



Julia Kretsch
28 December 1996
Constanta