Where are my people

 Where's the fire in the darkened hall The voices that used to call
I’m shouting but it’s just my sound
An echo A loop It circles around
I trace the air It slips away
I chase the ghosts They never stay
 Where are my people Where did they go Lost in the fog Swallowed by snow
I call their names They don’t reply Where are my people And why did they fly

The walls hum songs they’ve never sung
A melody from a foreign tongue
I see their shapes in shadows’ sway But shadows trick They fade away
Where are my people Where did they go The river runs fast But it’s shallow below
I call their names They don’t reply Where are my people And why did they die?
The ground cracks open
The sky stands still
The earth holds secrets
Against its will
I dig and dig but nothing’s there
Just empty roots and heavy air......


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