In the darkest nights,
this, solitude man tilts the hour glass  
to the boy who built a cave
with the carnage of his sporadic mind

He holds his hands,
through his serene scars
though patiently misunderstood
over him this, solitude man watches
in the darkest nights

But as darkness dawns
to war solitude man must go
as this, solitude boy, tilts the hour glass
just in time, to hold his hands.

                                                   - Ola Bajo