The night draws in. The lights go on.
The day will soon be closing...

It's been a while since I've written here,
About you. Who'd have thought a...

A mighty wind caressed her dreams,
With swirls of wanton air...

Surprising, how it all feels now.
Shocked how it could turn out...

How easy is it to fall?
How relaxed do you make me feel...

How does the grass look more luscious?
How is the sky clearer blue...

Why do you go to fight there, Daddy?
Who are you fighting for...

What is this country, now?
Why did you fight...

What would you do to stop heartache?
Push it away, like a plague...

Absence makes the heart grow fonder?
No, it makes me weak...

Something new.
Strange...

I don't even know where to start.
Certainly not the beginning...