Delshed: The story of blood and gold

The emptiness in my heart grew large and hurt me, and my disappointment hurt me, disappointment from something then I realized that it wasted what was found. Was I dreaming? Was it a nightmare? I run in the market from alley to another and do not arrive? My eyes fell on my dusty feet, my feet that run but do not reach him, I felt the pain of their barefoot running, where did my shoes fall? I looked at them for a long time, I remembered when the stones of the valley burned the soles of my feet and my father poured oil from the jar onto them and anointed them with it, the pain did not disappear once, but faded over time and he sang to me then I followed him in singing, who among us was singing for the other.