I watch the sun come up; this is the third morning in a row. Darkness, darkness, darkness then suddenly light. Light sweeps over hills and reaching golden rays intrude even the darkest of corners-- this is the bravery of the sun.
I had a happy childhood, it exists in my mind as the salty seaweed smell of the ocean and my mother's sun kissed garden. My mom planted tomatoes and black eyed susans in her garden, and her infinite love for my sister and I was reflected in everything she touched. Everything she does is a labour of love (will I ever be like that?); Her love is a labour so strong it turned me into a prism, giving me the ability to love the world, shining through me and the things I touch and now, I have a garden where I grow tomatoes.
I found truth at the bottom of everything, I found peace in the war that I’m waging, I found belief in the lack of, I found trust without love, I found you, at the bottom of everything.
I had a nightmare, But then I woke up to the rain, Echoing softly off my window pane, But I woke up in vain, because everything’s the same.
What do you want from me? With your cities of concrete? Are you complete? What do you want from me? Your skyscraper views and your morning news, What do you want from me? Your holiday in the countryside, where does happiness reside? What do you want from me?
We are not dead, We are just waiting, Life is a joke, Feels like I’m fading, No way back, no way home, Home is in the past, All I do is roam, Place to place, Face to face, No comfort in these crowds, My head is foggy, I can’t live here it’s too loud.
Remember us. We built monuments in our name, and cities to accommodate our existence. Remember us. Concrete, steel, pavement. We were here. We destroyed life and slashed our names across the globe. When there's no one left to remember us, The wind will whistle through the empty streets, the hollow concrete buildings will crumble, but we always had a lurking suspicion that our monuments were empty--our existence subtle. Remember Us.