What does it all mean really?
One day, same as the next.
Day fading into night
Night breaking into day.
I've sat here every day-
In front of You.
And the months have passed...
And we are in Dec 31st already!
You and I.
Day fading into night
Night breaking into day.
I dont have to see
this moment turning the clock
To smell the changing air.
Embers and ash still burn-
Even as the womb opens.
I can taste blood and sweat,
And feel the pain of change.
Or is it you calling?
This year Nature has had her say-
She's decided to whack her children.
What does it really mean then?
You calling out to me.
How can I feel this peace-
When so much of the world is in pain?
At war with itself.
Blind, foolish, pitiable....
Who are you then?
Who am I then?
Who can feel this peace?
Can there be a joy for one,
Which is not for all?
