Step, I take a breath Turn around, who is left? Anger pass, guilt is gone I ran so fast, and now I’m strong I pant no more, but breathing soars I look, search Try to see Past thick masks, tall, tall trees I turn over rocks, I avoid the bees Slight sting, in the back of memoirs Where are the people, where can they be I look for their faces, why can’t I see? Few stand where many had Their faces glow, and I’m not mad Those few have shown me love But I still search for the ones who have gone The rocks began to shake, the earth it quake I stop looking, and I will wait.