Who am I?

/

In times like these, who can say
Can we even last another day.
Who rules the game, who deals the card,
Where do we turn when life is hard...

Do I run, do I jump, do I stand and fight.
Can I stay, can I count on your help tonight.
Got my feet on the ground, got my head way up in the sky;
I can keep my soul alive if I find out who am I?

Caught up in this shut-down-zone of my own.
Got a couple of friends, but got no home.
All I got is my name in gold on a credit card.
Where do we turn when life is hard...

Do I run, do I jump, do I stand and fight.
Can I stay, can I count on your help tonight.
Got my feet on the ground, got my head way up in the sky;
I can keep my soul alive if I find out who am I?

If only I could feel it, if only I could see;
Break out of the dark and set myself free.
Forget about the worries, forget about the pain.
Grab life by the throat and start over again.

Do I run, do I jump, do I stand and fight.
Can I stay, can I count on your help tonight.
Got my feet on the ground, got my head way up in the sky;
I can keep my soul alive if I find out who am I?

In times like these we must shout out loud,
every lining has a big black cloud.
All I got is a cardboard box in a backstreet yard.
Where do we turn when life is hard...

Do I run, do I jump, do I stand and fight.
Can I stay, can I count on your help tonight.
Got my feet on the ground, got my head way up in the sky;
I can keep my soul alive if I find out who am I?

December

/

Winter draws in, and the frost bites hard.
Its teeth are sharp and it won't let go.
The clammy cold presses in, and snow-
flakes tumble blindly from the nothingness.

 

Every edifice is decorated with buntings
of fragile frozen fingers of water, clear
as glass. And the low subdued sun, with sheer
timeless persistence, penetrates every drip.

 

The world halts; vegetation completely 
frozen in rigor mortis. And
the dead, sparse land 
sleeps - in silence.

 

Life submits to the harsh battle; even 
the bones of hard burly creatures will 
shiver and shake when the cruel chill 
of winter attacks.

 

And yet, in all its brutality, bleak 
weather is driven away. And when 
life resumes its perpetual vigour again, 
the skies brighten, and nature lives in harmony.