I am sorry, I have tried
to smile
When all other smiles have died.
I have forgotten how to cry.
Tears were lost
When the azure sky was viewed
With eyes I called my own.
Grieve no more
(Though the curtain in the temple tore)
For choking sobs I knew
When I was young.
I dream of different lands to you
My footsteps you could follow
But their unsure shape
Is washed away in rain,
Cascading over rooftops
Then to mingle with my blood.
Oh, this is sad.
I've hung my harp in countries
Where the people laugh.
But not here.