seems like 
     lifetimes 
 past 
          since looking 
   upon rocky hills 
        and wheatfields 
 to return 
      and walk like paths 
   to close my eyes 
           dream 
      
 an injustice to 
    reduce to words 
      of so much lost 
   some more than limbs 

 to honor, at least 
        to believe to honor 
     to want 
    in their memory, 
  but they have no memory 

    for years now 
       it's been inside me 
 heirloom like quality 
      passed down 
   generations at work 
       here 

  to never forget 
  and some obscure reference to freedom 

           words can bring down nations 
          deprive men of air, water, family, life 
     or can give it back 

         these are the words i long to speak.