The Beginning

The war had just ended

Or it seemed so to us;

And then the men started returning to their homes one by one

And the markets were lively again

And the nights were never so warm anymore

When the war, we thought, had just ended 

And then they were all gone

They came from a land less known to us

And seized all that we gathered for years 

Showed us pictures and glittering stones

We ran to grab 'em, leaving villages and thrones;

But I'm no mourner here

I do believe the world is fair

It doesn't take sides. 

Bards are extinct by now

Still, you never stop singing, do you?

The grand old clock at the centre of the town

We all look up to it, checking our watches with a frown

Oh, the sweet taste of time! It's all mine!

The glories and the falls and the scars and the worlds

All mine! They're all mine!

And That Is A Song For You

The Future

Is an open secret to you

That the Present unfolds before the eyes of the many.

Now speak, unperturbed;

--One to one conversation--

With your future. Face it, brave heart!

You'll get a story

And that is what it's all worth speaking for.

Don't cut it short

Don't be so cruel, for heaven's sake;

And for the sake of those waiting to be.

I heard a story from mine

A nice, happy-ending story

And if you were me

Would you just be

As silent as the naked island underwater?

I don't sing these songs for nothing.

There's a saying that hardly goes these days

"One empty room makes space for the two, 

Maybe more"  

But, really, who cares?

You've seen a lot of what they can be,

Heard many a stories about how they went on freely,

With too many eyes and too many ears, yes;

But tell me, honestly, do you see my inside, Magic?