Album - A Wayfarers'
Tears -
1998
PART I
"In an old public hospital a forgotten man lies all alone. The sheats can barely keep him warm in the cockroach infested hospital room.
Outside the dirt-clogged window the snow falls like gentle angels, while a couple of sparrows sing by the window. In a table by the bed is a vase with a near-withered rose."
cold white walls
are my only comfort
as the freezing air
numbs my frail skin
only the fire within
soothes my tired soul
bringing shelter from this
cold winter chill
Sparrows by my window
sing a haunting tune
of hope and warmth
to ease my tired soul
these small, gentle creatures
show more love and care
for the sick and decrepit ones
than the people I have met
They bring to life
pictures of my past
all grey and bleak
devoid of any colour
PART II
"By the window in a runned-down apartment, a young man with a torn heart sits, while the rain hails down outside, mercilessly. The room is sparsely lit, with just a few sticks of furniture: a table, a sofa, two chairs, a stereo and a fridge.
On the floor are scattered pieces of broken glass and bloodstained footprints. On the floor, by the window, are the shattered pieces of a picture that depicts one with a radiant beauty."
Every day heavy rainclouds hang over
as loneliness threatens to bury me
but every once in a while
a tiny light shines through
warming my weakened heart
making my life worth living
therefore it saddens my soul
that you don't understand
your warmth is all I yearn for
yet pain and sorrow is all you give
the chilling wind and rain
sing to soothe my pain
my heart feels so cold and dark
without the warming spark of love
A hollow wound is felt
where my love once dwelt
a lonely tear I cry
as the leaves pass me by
PART
III
"The rain is pouring down, while the wind is raging like a savage.
Down the treelined avenue a lost soul walks, seemingly untouched by the fierce weather.
The ground is littered with orange-yellow leaves, a memory of what was a beautiful summer. There is no
sign of life, except for a lonely crow fighting against the wind."
A crow flies listless
singing a song of sadness
with heavy wings it struggles
against the vicious bogles
Its dark eyes are hollow
the pain it bravely swallow
suddenly I am aware
a common pain we share
and now I comprehend
to the weak I must tend
to the very end
...
The piercing rain stings
the bird's battered wings
as it tumbles to the ground
into a muddy mound
PART IV
"The city is filled with sick and decrepit people. All trying to find a way through another day.
Depression, sorrow and despair are present in them all. Some of them break, and commit suicide. Among all these forgotten people a flaming soul tries to give them comfort by offering them the love and care they deserve and need.
His face shows the countless tragedies he has witnessed. Each one as if chiseled out of stone.
In his embrace a young girl with a pale skin. Her hands are covered in blood from her now bandaged wrists. Tears run down her cheeks as her saviour soothes her pain."
The fallen, they gather
inside my chapel of rest
their sullen faces
pale and frail
my warm embrace
is what I offer
a modest comfort
in an ignorant world
I can feel the pain
at your soul it tears
like sharp piercing needles
that yoour concience wears
the answers that you seek
are buried in your mind
to your voice you must listen
and life's meaning you will find
Deep inside your heart
i know there is a will
to light the life within
and protect you from the chill
PART
V
"A tired old man sits on a hill, looking at the beautiful scenery and the dark, gloomy city below that is like a cancer in mothernature's bosom. The winds' whispering chants of nature's lore echoes in the swaying trees, providing spiritual guidance to those who choose to listen.
The city's looming structures cast woeful shadows, while the homeless try to find shelter for another rainy night.
At the chapel of the
Forgotten, a young petite woman tends to the weak. She too will learn that her face will forever be marked by the grief of others. In an old public hospital a forgotten man lies all alone. His body scarcely alive, as his life slowly drifts away. This faithful servant finally gets his well deserved rest."
The wind, it whispers
singing its chants
filling the air
with its love
The trees. moving
creaking in unison
filling the air
with their wisdom
The birds, flying
joining the wind
filling the air
with their hope
All this music
lightens my heart
filling my soul
with spiritual strength
As life slowly flickers
these memories fill my mind
most of them are a painful reminder
but their purpose I can find
And in seemingly
dense darkness
a blazing effigy
flies above
giving me comfort
near the end
she's the one
I've always loved
- published: 27 Nov 2015
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