Zari

Will they bind my feet, use me in the old ways, understand my deeds, i leave it upto you, with your demented dreams, how to play this tune, as memory of home fades, will you let me see, those somnolent graves, of someone else's purlieu, in gardens of Gethsemane, don't ignore the few, in acts of love lie grace, when we struggle to greet, bring phosphate to our days, in songs as fine as lace, my voice is full of ease, somewhere in its trace, falls among the free.