Let the Dead Bury the Dead

A new morning is soothing the sicknesses of our land
I’ve survived; I should feel strong enough to stand
If the dictator knocks at my door, I won’t become his slave
Even if my house is burning, I think I will save

Here in pain only a few feels healthy to play
Curing from panic, laughing and living today
In a hurry two birds cry for help to the rest
Flying from east to west, then again to the nest

From weird places, mellow streams of wisdom arise
A girl dries her eyes, forgetting her helpless cries
Her twin brother goes to cheer her, to take her hand
Together from the beginning, they become not afraid of the end

From downtown corners the chapel bells ring
For lovers in crowds, the lonely sing
The dead are still, the living do live
The son pray his dad to forgive

Thinking he’s a preacher, a fool stands alone
Remembering the days when he shone
The sun hangs in the clouds and then walks away
To the lion holding, embracing and calming the day