Eyes of a stranger

Written September, 1998



I wait for the rain to come
The smalltalk is making me dumb
My aircraft passed through
but I'm ready to leave
A wall made of local brick
The absence is making me sick
I have to be grateful
so I try not to grieve

Soon the angels will sing
around the stable
but I don't know the melodies,
I know not the words
Instead of striking clocks
I hear the sound of strange birds
Strange worlds

There's pain
in the eyes of a stranger
There's pain
in the eyes of a stranger
There's pain
for although his hosts do their best
they can't kill the dreams of his nest
It's blessed

The white line turns black when brown
I'm trapped in an old stinking town
All ancient expressions
in which I have to believe

Counting days with a comb
I'm having dry cheese
and the surroundings, green and lovely,
smile in my face
They have said welcome to me
during lots of strange days
Strange place

There's pain
in the eyes of a stranger
There's pain
in the eyes of a stranger
There's pain
for although his hosts do their best
they can't kill the dreams of his nest
It's blessed





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