I have a familiarity with longing
O the mighty power of silence
O the promise of something more-
A wandering man is someone you’ll ignore

Everything is restless
Overwhelmed with sorrow
A billion souls, desperate for tomorrow.

And why
Why does the modern land not know of its past
Driven made by inner desolation
As if famine were at hand?

I've watched the catalog
Of a long life,
He grinds away and toils under Helios.

My grandfather had anguish
No man could match
But in my eyes, he shined like a blazing sun.

Voices speak to me
As if I was a child,
It must be him again
Watching from a cloud.