I am sorry, my heart, for we have not finished
days await that will not pass gently
songs of fire I am singing

I grieve, my heart, for your sorrow
but your wise love will not sway me
so cold now is my dreaming

I wish, my heart, for your forgiveness
but the joy is still and shrouded
laughter trapped by stone

For the stars and sky have gone
and the mountains are all tombs
feeding rivers red with endings

And for death I am still breathing
from the light of mercy turning
for my children are not sleeping
with their broken voices silent
and the killer's eyes stay open
till, my heart, I have your harvest