Look for reflections
From elders eyes...

The stone is hard
The wind is soft...

As all forms of light
Must transform energy...

Politicians cost the lives
Of some of the best...

The hardwood tree stands tall and strong
The life it's lived is century's long...

Keep moving forward
Keep your head down...

Who are these people?
Forced into our lives...

My hands are tired
And wracked with age...

A voice says "Hi"
And eyes lock on mine...

The world I see
Is unique to me...

What time is it
I asked myself...

To toe the line upon this shrine
To face my foe "The Wall" this time...