The time of spring has come again once more,
And the Earth changes its tilt around the sun.
A cuckoo’s call is heard just outside my door,
As the season's heat has finally begun.
But you, my brother, are not with me here,
To see these simple things come back and pass:
For you, it must be said, life held much fear,
And you are now where bars cover thick-plated glass.
Now, the compass almost full circle has come,
And I am ready to begin again.
This year’s tasks are nearly wrapped up and done,
In this dark land of children, women and men;
Where this pain in me will forever smart,
Until time heals the wound within my heart.
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