No longer
The dead no longer live here
Silence is awake,
We mourn the beginning of birth
By shedding tears of dust
We lust forever to stand with the wind
To roam the silent places
And wait for every season to blossom
We are here no more
No more than the every waking sun
No more than the rivers that runs
And this rock waiting to be beaten and battered
Our coast
Lies in light with distant days
And we measure not by kilometres or kilograms
But weight of good and bad
Silence is awake,
We mourn the beginning of birth
By shedding tears of dust
We lust forever to stand with the wind
To roam the silent places
And wait for every season to blossom
We are here no more
No more than the every waking sun
No more than the rivers that runs
And this rock waiting to be beaten and battered
Our coast
Lies in light with distant days
And we measure not by kilometres or kilograms
But weight of good and bad
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