In the streets
Where the vendors sell their wares
Under the swollen sun
The air is thin
The dust a dirty haze
Dark eyes gaze at me
Long after
Long after I am home
They are standing
They are still standing in the street
Through the plains
The high and barren plains
There by the railroad track
Earthen walls
Colored burdens on their backs
They stare as if to say
Long after
Long after you are gone
We are standing
We are still standing in our fields
Through the lake
The island's soft allure
Oddly mysterious
And there they are
Spinning yarn with tiny hands
Smiles welcome here
Long after
Long after I am home
I am standing
We are still standing on the shore