whose are these

whose are these?

they are not mine

they must come from some other time

some other place

long ago

i watched their water drawn from snow

these eyes that wince

not of my face

they grasp memories i dare not trace

these eyes that cry

songs i don't know

and yet their tune so broke his flow

i stole them from your daughter

i stole them from your mother

these hands of the lost child

their dreams remain defiled

their dreams remain defiled

their dreams remain