3rd March 1998 Sarajevo, Bosnia
3rd March Sarajevo, Bosnia
Someone is stull crying tonight.
Someone is still watching a picture.
Someone is waiting for someone
who never comes back to her.
After the war, things are changing so fast.
Everybody's trying to be happy, but in their minds, in their hearts,
it just happened yesterday.
Everybody must have searched for the reason,
though nobody found the answer.
I don't know how many people are gone,
it's like who didn't lose anyone.
Was it because of race?
Was it because of religion?
Was it because of history?
After the battle, things are rebuilt slowly,
the sound they hear today turned to be peace.
Into their eyes, into their ears, it just happened yesterday.
Everybody must have fought for themselves,
though nobody found the reason.
We should know how many people were killed,
it's like how many people were not killed.
Was it because of this land?
Was it because of thie region?
Was it because of the order?
Thoug mountains are beautiful.
Though ocean are blue enough.
But no one come back home.
Someone's still shouting tonight.
Someone's still with a picture.
Someone's living alone. No one else comes back to her home.
There's an anger while it was going on,
but there's a lonliness after all.
Someone is still crying tonight.
Someone is still watching a picture.
Someone is waiting for someone who never comes back to her.
written on 27th March 1998 at somewhere at Eastern Europe.
