the song of my tribe
the men of my tribe
are mostly silent
and most of days
they go wandering
towards some unknown calling -
the men of my tribe
are mostly serious
and most of days
they go thinking
how far off the rest of their hearts do linger -
the men of my tribe
are mostly hungry
but on certain days
they sate their bodies
and souls in short joy -
the men of my tribe
are on the way towards the deserts
and the staring caves where life has hiddert,
to make their fires there -
the men of my tribe are mostly silent -
