Nunnery on the hill

All day is a dawn
I’d need to know
If new prospective will open new doors

There’s a strong bow
Around my soul
And every choice seems to tighten the rope

But how many fears I’ll discover in my own?
It seems I’m a sieve that leaves all the good thoughts

I’ve built my nest
It’s not perfect
But it’s enough to me to avoid the mess

Now in a day
All it is changed
So I can say my defeat is homemade

Well I don’t know what now will happen to me
But they say the habits destroy all the dreams

So have a look outside the window 
Standing with the head on the pillow 
May be it’s the last chance 
To see roses on the fence 

So take a picture for your little 
Collection of mythical features 
Nunnery on the hill 
Among colours of spring 

There is a joke
Myself I mock
I kill certainties within a blow

This time I know
All can be wrong
Both what I want and what I do not

And so once again I ask the strength to
God Even if I don’t deserve from Him a word

So have a look outside the window 
Standing with the head on the pillow 
May be it’s the last chance 
To see roses on the fence 

So take a picture for your little 
Collection of mythical features 
Nunnery on the hill 
Among colours of spring