I remember when, you and I
Had that breakfast, spread
Like a sunset on the Denang horizon, youthful
We lingered on the muddle of stormy nights

Through the glass windows, yellow fog
In the happier days
We talked of the army dog
Let me ask if laughing made it better for the crying black eyes

We talked of caged parrots around saw mills, behind bars
For all I know about you
That you serve sentences now
My hair must be growing thin under the human condition

And how should I decide?
How should I begin?
How can I continue?
Without your forgiveness?

Do I dare?
Or sit and stare?