It’s a long way home, when your home is a dream, and there seem to be no colours to the future. The rain falls around you, as the sun passes behind the moon and the clouds shift their shape into birds and trees. All we have in life is love, our soul, and memory. There is no shame to stand in the sun and sing, or to be the man with calloused hands condemned to the life of a single trade. Sing your song and make this grey land live.

Be the hope fulfilled