mourning souls in a garden
filled with ashes of the past
images from long ago
twinkle around their heads
like mirrors made out of crystals
their feelings fill them with pain
and make them drift away from the present
can they be held back from feeling sorry ?
can someone stop them in their pity ?
their memory amplifies the old way of thinking:
"what is it we are crying for ?"
their tears are able to wash away
things that have gone
and the dirt of the old
a new light will touch their eyes
even if it's a sun or a moon
waiting for the grief to fade away
mourning souls long for
being freed from the past
wanting to be no more paralyzed
from sorrow and thought
sing your sad song
but not for long !