winds
broken
lullabies
croon
sing
names
of all the disappeared
some of us
are lost
don't know
where to go
what to say
we hide
in fields
become
mere memories
this is a world
where those who disappear
are yesterday's news
unless the world remembers
that they must not
forget...

"... everyone's together the music grows and grows... then there is just beauty... everybody's stories, thoughts and dreams come out, the sweetest sound you've ever heard... And that's what's in my dreams, that's why I try and draw it... But then because I know the future's not a place that's full of beauty, I take my waxy crayons and scribble the picture out with grey..."

- "Lifehouse" by Pete Townshend