Whose are these?
They are not mine
They must come from some other time
Some other place
Long ago
I watched the water drawn from snow
These eyes that wince
Not at my face
They grasp memories I dare not trace
These eyes they cry
Songs I don't know
And yet their tune so.....(?) flow
I stole them from your daughter!
I stole them from your mother!
These hands of the lost child
Their dreams remain defiled!
Their dreams remain defiled