Child Migration - Eloy

You are the bows from which

Your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees his mark,

Let your bending be without fear.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts,

You may house their bodies, not their souls.

They dwell in the house of tomorrow,

Standing so far you’ll never visit.

For life goes not backward

Nor tarries with yesterday…

Rain clouds of grey

Gather slow behind your eyes

Child of today

Don’t forget to sail the skies.

All things are in colours,

Tunes of different age

Softer message from life’s flower,

Hills of long gone yesterdays.

Distant hands in foreign lands,

Rhythm remains unbroken,

All unseen from where we stand

Mind vibration

Child Migration

Dreams are the blossom

Of our courage it is said

true life, long forgotten,

Echoes lost inside our heads.

All things are in colours,

Tunes of different age

Softer message from life’s flower,

Hills of long gone yesterdays.

Distant hands in foreign lands,

Rhythm remains unbroken,

All unseen from where we stand

Mind vibration

Child Migration

Rain clouds of grey

Gather slow behind your eyes

Child of today

Don’t forget to sail the skies.

All things are in colours,

Tunes of different age

Softer message from life’s flower,

Hills of long gone yesterdays.

Distant hands in foreign lands,

Rhythm remains unbroken,

All unseen from where we stand

Mind vibration

Child Migration