The waters of the fountain at rest
In them I search for you my mind drained with distress
The surface falters
Where are you now my loved ones?
Where were you when I heard the distant guns?
At times I feel the weight of the skies
And I look to them waiting for my sunrise
The colours steal into the fading dreams of night
I cannot sleep until I know
When the rain will fall and cleanse the rivers that flow
Throughout this scarred country,
That carries with it waste and the fragments of memory.
