Ripening Life - Morbus Chron

Robbed of my senses, I trust this storm

To nurse me through birth and adolescence

With my controls set for the heart of the sun

So I can travel safely on foreign streams

And dare to cross the fragile bridges

Barely standing over abysmal ravines

In my hand I hold my mentor

Above us the stars align

They’re taking me to where the sky yawns

And guiding our way, they shine

Alleviating a world that reaches

From present to time out of mind