My dearest daughter, I do not wish to leave you but for a cause - I say! It was not across Aegean Sea Nor with the swish of oars Nor hopes or promises anew, That I journey... Dragging drowning drone Dulled the mind, All darkness in sight It was through nowhere As time tore across bonds, Separation, sliding silent tears Down the tender pale cheeks, For the few young years - that memory will retain, Will we ever meet again? Oh, why am I set, on this island? The Golden Fleece I do not seek, Nor a wizard on the yellow brick road, For what Crime or Punishment Do I leave a land, no more My Land, I am a born refugee of a divided nation, Is this a Second Migration?
