#1
Wise city fountain;
golden streams
dance on my face
in the morning sun.

What's underneath is hidden from
the sun, the stars, the sky,
and the weather and its brothers
grinding it away.

I cannot walk but can I see!
but how should I report?
my statue talks in dreams to me
but how would I speak forth?

My roots grip tight.
Still water moves
when it rains
on my chair.

Why ask me for a wish to grant?
The future's not my strong.
The past is all that I can tell
in memory I'm tall.

I cannot walk but can I see!
but how should I report?
my statue talks in dreams to me
but how would I speak forth?
#2
Damned time difference :P My lyrics always end up with those from the past day, while I put them here today