Watching the waves in broken wings
Thinking of all the things you've done
Blaming yourself for everything
In all the world, you are the one
Walking the shore before the dawn
Cheeks wet with tears beneath the moon
So many chances missed and gone
Through all the years you were the fool
And now it's all too late
For life has closed that gate
The children running in your dreams
Are running out of mystery
And all the guilt we're bleeding now
Can't save us now; there's no way out
Watching the traffic on the roads
Thinking of all the things we know
All of the strangers with their loads
And all the world's just letting go
High on the cliff the seabirds sing
Watching the future rolling in
Price matters more than anything
Than even that of all our sins
And now we'd best forget
This time we've lost the bet
The dreamers running for their share
Are running for hypocrisy
And all its pleasure can't replace
What they can't face; they're running scared
Turn to me now and take my hand
It's not your fault; there was no choice
Veiled behind veils wild horses stand
In all this life there is no point
Now let us build a garden here
Turning the soil with humble hearts
Eating the fruits of modest dreams
With all our love in this brief span
There's something in the wind
The vane's about to swing
The masters of the land and sea
Are running out of history
And all the wealth and strength they steal
Will blow like ash upon the breeze
191212
(song)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the slow rhythm of this poem - very nice. Last verse leaves a mystery of sorts - wondering what will be changed when the vane swings? Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn