Life of Xairos

Back in the days,

when world meant war,

children's blood shed,

and the world was still well fed.

What did it all mean to me,

children laughing,

men still ignorin'

of the cries of help...

Waiting for the poison,

waiting for the rain,

waiting for the world

to be a new life,

Back in the days,

when th queen was dead,

Mr Holmes killed two,

and that german killed the jew

What did it all mean to me?

Oh, god, what did it mean?

Waited for the angel,

waited for the soul to fly,

Make the goats fly,

if you can,

dry the river,

if you can,

Life is all about war

and peace?

and peace is,

is a mere distortion

Note: This poem have much inner meanings. When a member of my clan dies

this is the poem which we tend to sing. This was sung, according to my

grandmother about 150 years back.