Please go and rest
my friend, my hero
dream of a land and lea
mountains, and rivers,
ocean, lakes, placid and serene
as once your youth was
before the momentum
of brainwashing and believing
in your innocence
how I will live free
under the serene and calm
swaying of the trees,
leaves fluttering in the winds ..
a music to my freedom.

Go and rest your weary soul...
remember I am with you all the way
to this cause...
I can't do it all
by myself
and while tears are yet pouring
for a cause I never knew
nor understood
until now,
with the torments of
your heart and soul
left among the pains
among the sorrows
far deeper
than love can cause
in the jungle, was I to know?
was I to be told?
that my freedom
was the very depth of your
sufferings?
so that my children
and their children's children
and billions more to come
can really be free?
Rest, oh thy heart that
has been torn
body that was broken
will that was bent
and a soul that is restless.

Rest and I will pray for you
as all of those who gave
their innocence and youth
their strength and hopes
and yet neglected, misguided
misunderstood, left for no good
the least I can do
for right now.

Rest..I am with you.


God bless.