MAAR DIT WAS ALTYD SO

Dis terug

van heel agter

tot voor in my bewussyn,

skielik t'rug,

uit die skadu's verskyn.

Dit hou my hand

loop langs my aan

en wil my nie laat gaan.

Ewe skielik sien ek dan

aan my  regterkant,

'n uitgestrekte hand,

'n gaatjie in die palm.

Ek neem die hand,

en word dan kalm,

vergeet my seer

en glimlag weer.

Ja, my dae is getel

maar nie eens oor.

My dae is getel,

maar dit was altyd so,

altyd, altyd so,

en ek kan nog voortgaan,

en die lewe soos altyd aanvaar.

Vergeet my seer;

ek glimlag nou alweer.

IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY

It's back,

from the back of consciousness

to the forefront of awareness.

It's back,

flouting my plans

taking my hand

walking with me,

not letting me be.

But then I see,

reaching out to me,

another hand,

a pierced palm.

I take that hand,

regain my calm

forget my pain,

and smile again.

My days are numbered

but not yet up.

My days are numbered,

but that's how they've always been,

always, always been,

and I can go on

as I've always done.

Forget my pain

I smile again.