the optimism of an august breeze

gather 'round, children my children
as i whisper the tales of the lost souls
the one who vanished by the fire
the one who splitted the wire

hold your tongue, children my children
as i mention the sad and sorrows
of those who parted way
and those who decided to stay

stop your tears, children my children
as i make you listen to the august breeze
prayers and wishes, down on my knees
hoping for new opportunities to unfreeze