Crystle-Eyed Message

Writen 12/16/2004

The sad tears of tomorrow,
the elemetns of war
listening to democracy
and people's problems;
I heard it all before.

Listen to the nightengale,
the wonders of a song,
the words that move you like water;
beyond the troubles of every wrong.

I see the signs of winter,
I see the signs of peace,
What I don't see,
is what I need to see.
And to wonder, what life be like
after how tomorrow goes.
I'll believe in forever,
while the water flows.