Do you remember
Fingers of sunlight
As they were
Caressing your face?
Do you remember
The leaves dancing in the sky.
Then falling softly
To their painless death?
The picture is there,
As clear as the glass within their eyes
As innocent as the song of mourning birds.
Birds who cry if only to live for but just one more day.
To be like us their angelic faces bereave
And they are always asking me
Why must we forgive...
If only to forgive...
If never to forget...
Read these words
That are engraved upon my face
And then look away...
Look away...
Look away
