You said
the night will not remain,
it will not stay,
the sun will rise
from behind the mountain’s height
with quiet joy
and spring will come
with violet and narcissus
soft and bright
You tell me
in this restless sorrow
of my land,
how far can I go
with all this grief
I must carry through
You said
the earth will take away
the weary form,
the crimson dusk
will paint the face of dawn
with tender warmth
and falling rain
will wash the dust away
from every home
You tell me
in this restless sorrow
of my land,
how far can I go
with all this grief
I must carry through
You said
the wound of hidden hate
will break the heart,
the sound of rain
on stones along the street
will softly start
and blossoms red
will find their way beyond
the highest wall
You tell me
in this restless sorrow
of my land,
how far can I go
with all this grief
I must carry through
You said
even if tomorrow
never comes,
still spring can live
within the eyes of flowers
soft and young
and sorrow leaves
the quiet house of soul
one by one
You tell me
in this restless sorrow
of my land,
how far can I go
with all this grief
I must carry through
you tell me…
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