From a million miles away
I hear you call my name
\'Return, my child, come back home
\'Come rest from the tiresome horrors of the world\'
It\'s all joy coming back home
Joy? yet more fearful
No rest will my soul find, never
Not after leaving my little kids vulnerable
It\'s all dark here
Too dark they can\'t be on their own
Wandering helplessly on this careless world
How can they afford another breathe by themselves?
Who will dry tears from those smooth toddler cheeks?
Or there\'s going to be permanent cheek marks
of sympathetic salty paths
An aftermath of pain-discharged twin little streams
I fore-hear their cries all day for a moment in the sky
Pitiful agonised prayers and calls for my resurrection
That I can live again to touch and befriend them once more
To sit a circle with them always
Never to leave them anew
But that won\'t happen
Not when the river of death has already swept me away
Never caring they need my push out of such devil of a time
I will be gone, until hell freezes
As then, I do hear your calling, very lifelike
Too, I\'m no antagonistic
But for the sake of these little children, withal
From your spring of tender love and grace,
God, Father
Just, by courtesy
\"A little more time\", I\'ll treasure.