The tears flow
And the heart aches...

The old man sits
His hands aged from waiting...

He sits on the bench
From time to time he speaks...

Peace is overwhelming
All is calm...

In the night of burning chaos
The men have come to claim the land...

Slowly the cloud is lifted
As consciousness is regained...

In the smallest grain of sand
There may exist a distant land...

The upper man has all the money
He can eat his bread and honey...

The upper man is urbane
He has everything he wants...

A bird takes flight and hits the sky
It spirals upwards way up high...

The hammer strikes
A flash is born...

A turquoise miner works the lands
He moves to soil with his bear hands...