Homecoming was fun, awesome
But now so tiring and worrisome
In the year when trees made music.
Radiating the grandeur of glorious heaven.
Falling tears, like leaves in seasons
For how many more years
Shall you shed those tears,
All for memories beyond reasons
Year in, year out you come
In great delusion, an epic interest
Packed in vans of delusive saboteurs,
With pledges, both milk and in honeycomb
A time will come,
Real shall it become,
A day of dry rains
Against your early bargains.
From this mountain, stand tall
A love bird finding its pair
Black nights, blindfolded to heaven
Anchored beneath, a steel hell
Everything ill deed is given
A crescent moon bade farewell,
Fly away O! Egrets
In a myriad of beaut design
Brighten up the blue skies
In great clusters of whites.