Reply #8: How blue are your eyes? [View All]

[seemslikeadream]

Oh, where have you been,
Oh, what did you see,
And what did you hear,
Oh, who did you meet,
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?

I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',