Ballad 1 One is wise,The one who listens,But then arrives the young—The wild and disobedient. When sunlight steps forward,One wakes up,The other stays in dreams. The one I remember,A teacher,Or perhaps, a muse. Three stand together,Decisions rising like a tide,As hands find their hold. Ballad 2 Some call it a pair,Others, a drift of sands—But …
You are my own,Like a leaf is to petal,You are my own,Like a nerve is to breathe,You are my own,Like a day is to light,You are my own,Like an eye is to sight. You are never apart,Besides how far you live,You are never apart,Besides, if you are stuck in grief,I will always pray to god,Wherever …
