Not of skies or fallen fate
Not tears or shattered states
The feelings of they who long for embrace
The touch the flow of our fingers on their face.

This morning the weeping prolongs
Today the goodbyes are set on songs
As doves descend and bless our kin with feathers white
The smiles a feeling undoubtedly bright.

Such expectations are never really regarded
We lived as kings above the airborne airplanes
And all the grounds below we discarded
Or the feelings we feel kneeling to such pains.

The fire is still burning in the ocean of so much water
The face has no wave or shake just a tear
Alas I'll free the palm filled with soil and you meet our ancestors
The memories aren't allowed to fade here.