A small black lantern, well used I'd say
With soot on the glass and rust at the base...

Why do I write upon life's stage?
I do not know...

The wind and the waves
The sand and the haze...

Man would still be
Living in caves...

Clouds we see them many ways
From in our face to far away...

Memories are treasures
We can share or hide...

Upon life's stage
I penned my heart...

From the sacred heart
Of a tree centuries old...

Just one day to shine the light
On a mother's love I hold so tight...

A very dear frend will soon go to the light
To wait for us there till we say good night...

A soldier's eyes can tell no lies
He's seen too much it's made him wise...

The crow does flap around the sky
He is not graceful but he still flies...