~I'm Not Lonely~
I'm not lonely
sleeping all alone
you think i'm scared
but i'm a big girl
i don't cry or anything .
I have a great
big bed to roll around
in and lots of space
and i don't dream
bad dreams like i used
to have that you
were leaving me
Now that you're gone
i don't dream
and no matter
what you think
i'm not lonely
I Come From There
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
I walked this land before the swords
Turned its living body into a laden table.
I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother
When the sky weeps for her mother.
And I weep to make myself known
To a returning cloud.
I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood
So that I could break the rule.
I learnt all the words and broke them up
To make a single word: Homeland.....
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,
What sound was dearest in his native dells?
The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bells
What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy,
Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boy,
A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath
From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death
Far, far, how far? from o'er the gates of birth,
The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth,
What charm in words, a charm no words could give?
O dying words, can Music make you live
~Alfred Lord Tennyson~