Somewhere amid the savoring mu
is a tale that cannot be told
it sails over boundless waves
where clouds are standing bold,
along the journey there is a song
only known by just a few
the words are lost in present
but you know them, I’m sure you do.
So the tale is woven from one to another
the heavy bickering of a hail
as akin to generations that come
somewhere within an untold wail.