Let me listen to the trees whistling to the wind,
Let me see the sun set in the ill sorrow dusk.
Let me feel the emotions of a mans soul once bent,
Let me feel something besides the rubble and dust.
Let me into your heart ever so enlightening,
Let me hear the angels harp for just one glorious moment.
Let me taste love just once no matter if it ends in sour findings,
Let me feel what I am forced to watch in such horrid torment.
Let me forget the pain of my childhood,
Let me forget the people who mocked.
Let me remember the time when my brother was kind and good,
Let me remember the saints whose faces I seem to have forgot.
Rubble and dust…
Such horrid torment…