No more do our tears well
- For those we leave behind.
We are burdened only in troubled sleep.
And its tortured image of pain.
Only our souls not deaf to the cry
- Of those we leave behind.
Our minds shun memory of our shared past.
Never shall we know if without us they survive.
For forgotten but not gone
-Are those we left behind.
*yeah... lets see you write better in traffic... I'm not Arlo Guthrie*