23 was once my lucky charm

I’ve been away since I gave my right arm

But where is my home now?

I watched your eyes closed

To feel the sundown

In a house by the river, they’ve now burned it down

Where nobody’s home now

In a well-lit room facing the sunset

Where the trees hear prayers and tears

Where the mockingbirds fly around, faking

To the crying and longing

Or the sighs and the talkings

I once dreamed of building a garden

Where I’d always find you knitting in that chair

Who am I supposed to talk to now?

Little sis riding her bike, circling

Her forever bed where mom’s tears were engraved

Who is she supposed to talk to now?

Pictures and dresses, and the dead branches

I picked them up

As they dig up to the trenches

Little kid’s room is covered in cobwebs

Youths were hurled into the seabed

My God, what have they done to this place?

Like a compass needle

Somehow strong but brittle

He’s forever seeking north

Was the bravest soldier

Falling in October

Crawling back to the grip of a door

Hearing whispers of a fading song

23 was once my lucky charm

Been here ever since I gave my right arm

There lies my home now

Now, my eyes are closed

To feel the sundown

In a house by the river I’m now buried under

Where everybody’s home now