Look'e here, look'e
here,
What do you see, in the
heart of this pickle
Step a bit closer, if
you fancy a tickle
A nation divided, at
war with itself
While once ancient foe
is left on the shelf.
A girl from two worlds,
now faced with a choice
To make a decision, she
must find a true voice
What nonsense is this?
This stanza's unclear
Put yourself in her
shoes if that's all you hear.
A boy out of place, he
waits in a field
Not sure of his past,
nor what's been revealed.
The world's
topsy-turvey, that's been his life
Of which every last
second involves his wife.
Tired and lonely, they
wait in their home
Dark stranger beside
them, they don't wait alone
His sinister presence
gnaws at their nerves
Unsure as they are,
what purpose he serves...
...While Elsewhere
Somewhere familiar yet
strange
In the corruption of a
memory
A tired old bird faces
history anew...
