To dream aboard a clipper ship on seas;
To dream of our lost lives upon green bay;
Of a New York skyline beyond cool breeze;
Of ascending towers of steel display.
Beyond these doors, we rise with express speed,
In florescent light to its lofty crown.
Our love is carved  within art deco frieze;
Of our hearts rejoiced over city’s clouds.








On trains, viewed as undesirables, sway;
On platforms, gathered in our silence, wait;
To brittle lines, led beneath clouds of grey;
To a fate, bleaker than these entrance gates.
‘Oh sisters, brothers, all of mercy’s prayers;
May our hands hold us now, for marked are we;
To shamble alone into chambers where
Our mortal love dies and our spirits flee.’









Their bodies now gone, so no one can see.
Their trembling souls shone of infinite light.
A truth has spoken with certain decree
For those who were lost in man's darkest night.
Their sorrow's alive and remains with you;
Their pain is eternal, bound and not free.
Til’ banished the views of misguided truths;
There'll never be silence, never be peace.