Since a long time
I live hidden
In the mountain
Surrounded by blind people
Busy with themselves
And others not noticing
Me more than my body and presence
The tower is damp and cold
I am a bitter old man
Writing and thinking
Finding little joy in life
While the battle for survival
Goes on in the valley
Few will ever read my thoughts
Long after I am gone
Only the flowers will
In their own way
Enjoy me and my ash
Very well worth
it the price of a great price for a great price
Gone behind the lines
On the other side
Schibolet 