Upon Silence Of Men Poem by Michael Devant

We wait, we wait and we wait for a brief session along
we leave and sold for whatever possible reason we have and make it a song
a part of which we bury between the guilt and pleasure
a part within our deepest thought that we cannot measure

We stay, we stay and we play alone at this long awaited sunshine
we put all the pieces together and draw ourselves closer to the line
it has been said, what is mine is yours and what is yours is mine
and when we are at ease, we share, we drink, we ate and we dine

We take, we take and we take all the good things before
we left nothing behind, but still we want it more and more
a part that we keep and hold firm, between the time we struggle until the time we mourn
to where we stand align with faith and collide, where sorrow dies and joy reborn