Rising Sun Didn’t Rise At All

If the sun doesn’t rise

Then Japan was wrong

And the emperor should abdicate

Most definitely

Nations, Proud

The flags contort and distort

In the air

Writhing in the wind

Nations proud, lie

Humbled at their knees

What is done in the dark

Shall be brought to the light

In full view and truth

Repeating

I sing to all those that sung before

I play to all those that played before

And I die

For all those that died before

Grains of Sand

The sea laps around

Melting the rock I sit on

Watching the horizon

Greedily swallow up the sun

The sand forms outlines of stories below

Each grain a life on earth

This one’s from the shores of Peru

Picked up by a tribesmen

Wondering what to do

And where to go

The land is barren

And his heart too

This one, the shores of Hokkaido

Picked up by a farming man

Who resided in the state of Japan

He picked up the sand

And wondered about the future

Of his plot of land

His family

Melting to the sand

Those grains of sand

picked up by my own hand

I let fall to the sea

From my palm

Where the sand returns

To now known lands

 

 

 

Revolution of the Youth

Children born to fill

The holes that we leave behind

Hundreds of years of effort and work

Ended by the anarchy of the youth

Forgotten trades and beliefs

Many Gods thrown to the floor

And spat on