A twenty mile view
Tunnels
Through mountains into forests
Burnt out
Charcoal stains, remains of timber houses
With no regret, repercussion or remorse
Except that is
To be near, in a nearby vicinity
A railway siding beside his first and only love
Change
Born of caring, turned into sacrificial conviction
Pressed deep; within the memories of inequality and injustice
The view now without any distance
Funnelled
Through molehills, there always without a florist
Learn, oh please my love
Once again, that life embraced with love
It is she, or he who stops and stoops for one to conquer
Go there then
That is not with a revolver, or as a revolutionary stunt
But with open hand, please take along your once innocent heart
