The two skies that I gladly take you between
The empty space where you can bring all your pressure and cries.
Let me carry you on my back,
along this hardened stone pathway.
The journey you've endured —
filled with blindness and restless spirit.
The dimmed flame,
the dryness of your lips.
I'll be this wooden or stone bridge,
cracking beneath time and pain,
yet still standing strong.
The void is filled,
and your quietness has been seen by me.
Let me carry you with my strength
across this wooden passage.
The shoulders of feather,
and the two skies you open your eyes to see.
I'll be this unbreakable bridge.
Have you heard yourself —
and trusted my guidance?
I will always be that bridge,
with all my glorious light.