There’s whispers on the wind,

The air is rife with rumours:

Tonight more boys are coming in!

Silently, in pairs or single:

Some are men, some hardly boys.

Some, with money in their pockets,

Some, with bullets in their toys.

Too young to understand their orders,

But the children living there

Know Death comes across the borders:

Fear hangs heavy in the air…

Now, from every post and steeple:

Incendiary rhymes;

I hope that you will understand:

I have no need to win her heart-

I just have years of need to know,

Did she understand the part

Of me she saw so many years ago,

One April night, when time stood still?

She'd looked into an emptiness

That only you have filled…

Embarrassed by old memories,

I search for shreds of dignity,

Some token that says she had seen

And recognised that it had been

An involuntary cry, whose cause

Orphanell, on a rainy day,

On an afternoon in June-

Though you wish your man would stay

You know that’s crying for the moon-

But, through your silent teacup storms,

Through lonely days like these,

Oh, Orphanell, I share your stormy seas…

Orphanell, you have a friend:

You have a saving grace-

Through afternoons without an end,

In such a lonely place-

Because, one rainy afternoon,

Beneath dark loaded skies,

Did you unload the sadness in your eyes. 

PART I: GARDEN IN THE SKY

Exploding supernova in a Western sky:

Mystic dark portent, or the evil eye?

Seems every hour another star in our galaxy dies:

Tell me, where did all the Appleweed take root

In our garden in the sky?

Like faceless marionettes in some grotesque display,

Contorted caricatures from some frightening play;

Sometimes, it seems that all our dreams of Passion’s endless spark

Are lost in green, or torn in twain, we take

Small solace in the dark…

I do my best in school,

I have a dog,

I don't try to be cool,

But I still end up in the fog.

Sometimes my emotions don't make since,

I come home to a bunch of nonsince.

I try to help out a bit

But I don't have the time,

I try to do my school work,

I try to stay in line.

I don't want my life to be a waste,

every day I try to pick up the pace.

I try hard to make life better,

But it seems sometimes that it gets trown back in my face.

Iknow I'm appreciated,

but sometimes I wonder.