On the path of the Mandalay

Morning words 
Of hatred borrowed
From 20 years
Of a love embargo
Cursed upon two hearts
In utero
A fatherless daughter
Never ought to let go
Of some hope 
Of a maybe someday 
We could dance again 
On the path of the Mandalay 

Morning thoughts
Of siblings hollowed
By the remnants 
Of distant echoes
Ringing from the arch
Is its church bells
A motherless son
Never ought to let go
Of some hope 
Of a maybe someday 
We could laugh again
On the path of the Mandalay 

From now on
And from tomorrow
The constant pain
And endless sorrow
Will be left for the lost to follow 
On the path of the Mandalay.