Dana Lyons Drying Tears
From the cold blue, to the pale gray
Spreading orange, fire red
Melting yellows, rising whiteness
Fading colors, quiet blue
There's a time in every era
When the rock tears flesh from the bone
Comes a wave of persecution
Driving people away from their homes
Comes the cold wind, come the hard times
Come the genеrals, comes the war
Closing bridges, closing classrooms
Closing еyes and closing doors
Burdened women, bundled children
Bursting baggage, tired men
Trudging roadways, sailing long days
Leaving family, leaving friends
Changing landscape, changing language
Changing seasons, mark the years
Leaving photos, yellow clippings
Fading memories, drying tears
