Will we ever be here again tomorrow?
In this place, which feels so much like a dream...

You spoke with a tear in your eye
that wouldn’t fall...

The songs of leaves sung with the wind must end
when withered leaves part and never return...

the wind
pushes...

When I see the flowers
beside you...

Here seeds grow
in rotten lands, to plant and sow...

when i was small
i'd stand on walls...

It seemed all was lost: happiness along with all.
Phantoms lurked silently as I screamed...

To be cruel to the one who gave me faith
that the world (patched and stained in reddened...

In the dusty yards of the loved ones' graves,
So many, in departure, smiled, cried, and waved...

Your hands, when you close their fingers,
fold like water between your eyes...

In the purple woods of loneliness,
With the harvest of sorrow...