Dear Restlessness,
Is this how fallen leaves feel
when whirling in the wind?
Is this why fall envies
the blooming buds of spring?
Is this why our children need
lullabies to sleep?
And soldiers, miles away from home,
tell me what they need!
Do the sick, in their bed of thorns,
seek eternal rest?
Fathers who have lost their sons,
will peace dwell in their breast?
And daughters who’ve been scorched by men,
can they ever trust?
Clouds dispersed by winds and storms,
tell us that we must!
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