Hanging outside, in the night
Were nine glass beads
Strung on a string
One for each life, they said
Though what they really meant to say
Was that for each life, there is a death
And the beads forever honored them

A brave man is not he
Who stands tall in the bright sun
As it shines in all its glory

It is he who
Never shivers in the night
When the ghosts once more enter the world of the living
And no sun holds them back

The boy was walking down the street
Looking for something which he was in need

He heard a clear ring
As the blacksmith hammered the metal
The warmth of forge holding his heart and soul

The drill of the carpenter's saw
Like the working of a busy ant
As he made beautiful creations from wood

He heard the hard clang as the farmer's till
Ploughed and struck rock
The rains would come, and the seeds had to be sown

The soft scratch of pens on paper
As the scribes sat scribbling
Their thoughts straying far from the world

But at last, the boy heard his favourite sound
The loud jingle of silver bells
As the door to the candy shop opened

The colors flew in the air
Dazzling fireworks flared
It was a rainbow in the sky
A madhouse to the eye
Nobody did know what to stare at in their sight
Everything was gleaming and bright

In the crowd, a girl stood, listening to the shouts and cries
Trying her best to suppress a sigh
She saw neither the fireworks up high
Nor the rainbow in the sky
Only black was visible to her eye
For she was born blind

The last lights faded away
Leaving the darkness behind
And watching this from my window
I wondered why all was not dark
Then, looking back, I saw that my light was on

The rushing of a river
Eager to meet the sea,
And the whistling of the wind
Shaking the gentle leaves,
The song of birds
In the golden trees,
And the carpeted ground
Waiting for one to pass
Reminding us of childhood

Whatever I do, Wherever I go
A certain image flashes in my mind
And a feeling wells inside me
One of a mixture of sadness and hope

That there is something left to do
Yet when I try to recollect that image
There is nothing
It disappear, leaving no trace
And leaving me with the feeling
That there is something missing in my life