The world beneath our feet

I see the sky within a puddle at my feet, I see the sun inside my looking-glass so true Upon the heavens I step forward soft and sweet, And I'm not scared of getting burned by touching you

The world around is far from gentle with its ways, The wind tears off the fragile coverings of lies The rain's relentless, striking hard without delays, And here I stand alone beneath the empty skies

The autumn waits for me somewhere beyond this place, But I still see the sky within a puddle near I'll keep the sun's own face reflected in that space, And walk on water softly, shedding every fear

I don't want to destroy this world, though it's unkind, It scowls at me, but finds it has no strength to fight The wind that rips all other masks from humankind Cannot peel off my skin it hasn't got the right

And I can see the sky within a puddle there, I'll hold this piece of heaven — it is truly vast I step into the water now with utmost care, While in my mirror-sun, the light is smiling back The world is harsh, but suddenly it stops to think, The wind grows quiet, taking one confused last glance Embarrassed by the wreckage left along the brink, It starts to clean the mess up, giving peace a chance