I am a bird that roams the sky,

Is this your land (your land), your home (your home), why? (why)

Wherever I am (wherever I am) , an outcast’s plight,

Clutching my hand (my hand), I pull the light (the light)

Paths that remain ever so small,

Misty and winding, torn trails call,

Grass covers shores where blood has flowed,

The hoe weeps blood, hills bear the load.

I bow my head for incense past,

Broken tombstones my name they cast,

Thousand-year souls in sand they rest,

Or into thatch grass, their spirits blessed.

Time has paled the old roof’s tone, (tone)

Moss creeps over walls of stone, (stone)

Known ones pass, dogs bark as foes, (foes)

Gazing at shadows where the village goes. (goes)

Seasons pass, wind strips leaves’ glow,

Water dock sags with crickets’ woe,

River flows weak, barely a stream,

Few wait for the ferry, lost in dream.

Deserted dunes, graves in sun’s beam,

Wind shakes the bridge, loose at the seam,

Who waits, as the bell falls with a thud,

Heart races deep, beneath the flood.

Time has paled the old roof’s tone, (tone)

Moss creeps over walls of stone, (stone)

Known ones pass, dogs bark as foes, (foes)

Gazing at shadows where the village goes. (goes)

Forty years on (forty years on) , eyes shadowed and deep (deep),

Seeing my home (home), a withered keep,

Kapok flowers burn, blood stains the soil,

When will this pain finally uncoil?

(When will this pain finally uncoil?)