still watching
the jester dance
window dreaming
this life of chance.
snow,
it falls on a
sunny day
where children, they run
and have
nothing to say.
and the seasons
are they the reason
no one believes
in peace
anymore.
the jester dances on
a river frozen,
casting his coyote shadow
as tears
lost upon our eyes
dancing till the children sigh
dancing till we all cry.
christmas, christmas, christmas time
how still
dares he dance the rhyme
in the sand,
and still die
do our children
in a foreign land.
still watching the jester dance.
