Hyperlexia

Requiescat in Pace

There’s a grief that can’t be spoken

There’s a pain goes on and on

Empty chairs at empty tables

Now my friends are dead and  gone

Here they spoke of revolution

Here it was they lit the flame

Here they sang about tomorrow

But tomorrow never came

From the table in the corner

They could see a world reborn

And they rose with voices ringing

Yes, I can hear them now!

The very words that they had sung

Became their last communion

On the lonely barricade, at dawn…

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me

That I live, and you are gone

There’s a grief that can’t be spoken

There’s a pain goes on and on

Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me

What your sacrifice was for

Empty chairs at empty tables

Where my friends will meet no more.

For all of us.