YESTERYEARS V

You are the compassion showered from above,
You are the blessing hand of love,
You are the touch of extreme care,
You are nothing but a prayer,
I want to sing you, yes, I cry...
How can I sing you? Who am I?

YESTERYEARS IV

Can't do otherwise, we just fly
We are birds in the sky
Seeing the world below us thorough
With faded boundaries of sorrow
We fly from a place to another
But though, for a while, we fly together
At last we must fly alone
...that no land is our own

YESTERYEARS III

A losing body suffering loss
A wriggling body on the cross
A skinned body without a doubt
A body tortured inside out
A body that is mutilated
A body that is not cremated
A crippled body lacking charm
A headless body bleeding warm
Is what you get when you walk
Without a halt on the way of truth

YESTERYEARS II

In the desert this endless thirst...

Bleeding feet, bodies in dust...

Can't walk more, we are so hurt,

Life making the final effort...

On the faces many a scar.

Bruised and broken we both are.

Too difficult, there's no doubt...

Death is here, dancing about...

Death within and death without,

There is only one way out: 

Together, side by side, we stand.

Walk with me, give me your hand...

And there won't be a suffering anymore.

And there will be a celebration very pure.

And it will be a carnival rather.

And by and by we'll reach together. 

YESTERYEARS I

I am nothing but a glass.
What you receive is not my own...
Though through me it does pass,
it comes from some place unknown.

Come to me, I am the gate...
which would lead you to the source.
Why do you outside wait?
Just touch me and open the doors.

Hold me, I am but a wire...
I will conduct something through me;
maybe life, or maybe fire,
but the unseen, you will see...

Kiss me as I am eternal...
A faith, a hope, a testament.
Do read me, I am readable,
simple, alive and so ancient.

Do hold me as if I were yours
and hand in hand we walk on shores
as far from all as we can...

VEILS OF MISERY

Ah they have a little trouble walking…
The carpets moving, the aisle is talking
Something that was buried and dead
Has slowly begun raising its head
The people who were all dormant
Are realizing they’ve been ignorant
The bodies that lay under their feet
Have started lifting their heads
We have been to you just reptiles
But soon we’ll creep into your beds
These people will fry you alive, tyrant,
When they see their blood
And how to it you shrugged!
When they see their veils of misery
And realize that they were drugged
These people are not all that ignorant
These people are duped, they’re innocent

DARK ALLEYS

Dazzling lights, the display of wealth…
Here we drink to each other’s health.
The music plays and laughter echoes;
The dance is on… Be on your toes!
When it all stops, all falls silent;
We step back. We all retire…
We walk out of the joyful tent.
We disperse from the bonfire.
Some leave in their great chariots,
Some with the ladies from the dance;
Some go with other lords or dames
Been offered a ride, just by chance.
And finally I too look around
Making up my mind to leave…
A truth that is so simple and stark:
I have to walk out into the dark…
I have to enter that same alley…
Where there’s no one with me.