Why am I sad!
on such a beautiful morning in Spring,

how could I not
gazing at the pale of that image of you
a friend of a lifetime
through the night of despair
beyond that veil
hidding the beauty of an Assyrian daffodil
ashamed!
why should you
I have painted my sole with the halo of Ashur
and the aura of glory

Why am I sad!
on such a beautiful day in Autumn
where the leaves have come out
on a festive parade
bearing the colors of life in their vains
look around you, I am still here
hold my hand
and learn with me
how to believe, yet again
or have you forgotton

let's be the candle beyond the wall of silence
let's be the parents of that orphan called Assyria...