The Road
I am broken like a wave
One word you’ve spoken
And I’m awake
Here is a token
Of that day
From that land
From whence we came
Familiar streets that now are foreign
And the road is grey with dirt and ash again
Why wait
To ponder on
The simple thing
That I have become
It is forgotten
For a duration
For a while
It shall remain
Though a loss
It is emancipation
It is a freedom all the same
