A millions tears, a
Thousand feet below the lake so deep

A thousand miles from home no longer home.
Sentenced as to darkness isolation in a crowded car
Memories nor more than silhouettes, of
Ugly times ago left nameless faceless, with
Thoughts gone pitch as if, with
Severed spine, and roots torn free
Moistened loam,

Millions tears, a
Thousand feet below the lake so deep.

Hans Lillegard