will we smile, with out eyes closed before the image
that could reiterate in every second of our living future
yet to be
a Christmas of hearts
without a Christ being born
in every cottage where you can find a cow
the stars on the sky shine alike for every one of us
but we are to blind to see
and to deaf to hear the teachings about a better way
of living in communion with out brothers
far away
lost inside our hearts
prisons with bitter bars of silver
in which we lock away our emotions
hiding them far, far away
from the madding crowd
in which we linger away every day
not knowing
not wanting to know
what becomes of us
dust in the winds of time
lifted above the mountain to fight the clouds
but not understanding, not even for one silly little moment
why...
why are we here
at the end of the world
at the turn of the time...?