I took a turn and found myself inside another earth a place where people seem to go - remember who they were As if the past was made of what had pushed them through the time and walked beside them only to make sense of what's alive For what has died will put to rest the tenderness they've lacked and let their hands be raised above the fear of holding back So everything they ever did awakens them today and makes them see their journey through the eyes that cannot hate Come join me here, where words have been the keepers of the truth and waited like a patient sun to claim the moon of youth
my grandmother told me long ago about a place where words go...to wait