but for the hard wind,
bringing unsparing swords from nameless mouths
bringing stinging rain from staring eyes

but for that hard wind that sweeps away
my hope my will my coming day,
I'd come to you

but for the dark cloud,
impregnating me with emptiness,
clogging all my loneliness,
I'd find a way

but for this endless road,
blistering my feet
encrusting my lungs
meandering before me an elusive subsistence,
I'd be - more

more than alone