No my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
to far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
No my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
to far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.