Blue lake, deep as my sadness, You know my promise, my best kept secret, my soul… Dark lake, still as my prayers, the ones I only whisper when lights are slowly drowning into you… White light, where can I find him? It’s cold and dry the land beneath it… It’s lonely like my heart that misses the waters.. My blue lake - just a remembrance of love that seems forever but dies under the cruel sun… And if a million eyes would cry a thousand rivers, would you rise up again? To feed our hungry hearts with reasons to love… against all odds I’ll turn my pain into poetry.