A canopy of dark boughs overhead
The scratch-scuffle of pebbles under foot�
All around; shadows
He now thinks on the promised messiah:
The one who will come to take him away�
Take him to a new place; show him inside
A newly built home
How long did others wait for you, he thinks
Before they gave up, before they forgot
The smoldering feel of a young man�s hope�
Before they settled.
Echoed tires screeching somewhere far away
Hush, hush, hush now, my son, the breeze whispers
A long sigh exhaled