Panic in the street, pandemonium in my soul,
They move in united front, while I stand whole.
Panic in the street of liberty,
Left to be free, amidst my misery.

The horizon, the skyline behind buildings, uniting with the sea,
A dream—I see her face, she's waving, her hand,
That I once held and kissed, now so far from me,
A reverie only I could understand.

Alone in this chair, amid the turbulence, beyond the window,
I saw her smiling there,
Yet I have not decayed in sorrow.

With a dying sigh, I return to the street,
The ebbing roar of my heart.
Oh heaven, Of promise, perhaps up there we shall meet,
But first, listen to the breaking song in my heart.

Jan.2, 2025