At a cloudy day with some occasional beams
In a croudy street with some distant screams

Walks a monk with sunglasses and air pods
Past a whore who offers temptation and other gods

Grown women tiptoe close to their mother
The guys in leather jackets look at each other

A little girl with her father is eating ice cream
With delight she tells him all about her last dream

A young man hunched over at a park bench
Grabs another stark beer, his heart clenched

Besides him stands a lonely muddy vase
With a few flowers from a distant old place

But then he suddenly stumbles
And the lonely vase crumbles

The little girl screams but then looks at the plants
Quickly she goes to give’m a second new chance

With a tender innocent smile on her face
Does she hand 'em back to him with grace

Slowly he reaches out and receives the gift
His heart breaches open and his shadow shifts

I heard once when true beauty touches
There is no turning back
Because it burns away all illusions
And pieces of black

Who is the one who always knocks
But only enters when I hit bedrock?