Oh mama, there’s a battle in my head A raging fight About good and evil day and night and wrong and right Do I follow my instinct Without reason Is the truth just a word For an act of treason Am I whistling in darkness Or blinded by the light…

Snow has covered the branches The warm sun sets red through the trees There’s a crow on the rooftop And a magpie that eavesdrops Behind the window in front of me Smoke rises up from the chimney The world looks so peaceful, serene My footprints…

mieke bart jeroen jurgen joost steven wilfried