A coracle *

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I was born into the water
without it I'm jaded
and my skin seems to be scalded
while my soul can rust
its absence can make me crazy
so I yearn to make it rain
How can I do?

And a coracle is my mind
to sail over this time
that is full of fears and lies
and far from the divine
the crevices cover the surface
we need to wash away forcefully
all the mess around

So I hope this wind can bring 
some rain 
over my disillusioned face 
I know I need it so bad 
and the soil too 

Yes I hope this wind can bring 
some imagery 
over all the arid minds I see 
giving hope and nurture here 
and a new recipe 

I browse the days of my life
and a drought I can find
I miss the purity of love
that can fight the deep cold
from the navel to both my eyes
I feel as I have to die
to be reborn again

So I hope this wind can bring 
some rain 
over my disillusioned face 
I know I need it so bad 
and the soil too 

Yes I hope this wind can bring 
some imagery 
over all the arid minds I see 
giving hope and nurture here 
and a new recipe 

* Piccola imbarcazione di vimini coperta con pelli, tradizionalmente usata in Galles