Standing by the frosted panes

A glimpse arrives, but never stays

You face a wall, and the glass is hazed

With empty hands and barren wastes

It never stays

The wind outside

Has found its way into my head

The wave is rising

Vibrations blinding

I came of fire

I felt the sound of waters breathing

Wake up it cried

I heard the sky and flowers bleeding
Returned from the skies

A witness to the profound

And now, who am I

Now that the walls have been unbound