My Reply

In your judgement,
Perhaps never will there be a better soul
You think
I should have never stolen your favourite role
And you demand
That I give up flying over all
But I whisper
Truth has not taken yet its toll.

In your judgement,
I know I am a leaf searching for my tree;
You think
I have more days granted than I really need
And you demand
That I hear your whispers in the wind
But I tell you
It is too hard for me to listen through this din.

In your judgement,
My enemy's the snow so I won't last long
You think
That I cannot discern the right from the wrong
And you demand
That still I am attentive all along
But I yell at you
You have sung your last song.

In your judgement,
Many souls will vanish in the ground
You think
There's not one that won't hear your sound
And you demand
That everyone should be always around
But I cry my heart out --
You're like a pocketwatch that's never been wound!