I.

When Father time forgets,

Let me run to that tree

Where my brothers used to cry

So that I may hang my sullen feet

Up in her endless arms

And view the world as it is--

The orange sky below,

The lazy earth above,

While the horizon remains

As unmoving and unfeeling

II.

I can no longer blame

You for saying things

That you say for we are

Like mirrors, bouncing off

Each other, while our

Shards--they fall to the

Unfathomable ocean below.

III.

My guitar has six strings

But I only have four lives

One for Mother Land,

One for the Father,

And another for myself.

The last one--lost

In the blindness

IV.

The quiet dusk retires

While the eager dawn awakens.

Time to heal wounds of love.

Time to patch up broken ties.

Time to say unspoken things.