From Whence I Came

Voices at dusk
Settle in the dust
Whispers by night
The light of the moon

Oil lamps burn
On the bare window-sill
She sits up writing
Her mind is a maze

The veil of the night
Hangs over suburbia
In the pale street light
A lone figure staggers

Silent but wretched
He falls to his knees
He curses the ground
He curses the air

Bruised and broken
She kneels on the floor
The tiles are cold
But her heart is colder

Across the TV screen
Pictures are present
Stifling sounds
Gunfire

To all those who are lost
Will you ever be found?
To all those who are dreaming
Shall you ever awaken?
To those who lie still
In the dead of the night
And mourn
Will you ever see sunlight again?

Listen, child
Listen, mother
I softly sing
But the question remains