Good news, maybe bad, reflected on the museum case glass

Coarse velvet heads bent over wine glasses, fruits and flesh of wax

Dead eyes, maybe glad, protesting this long delay toward home

But does it truly matter I wonder, news is news (is my heart is my home)

Because I saw a life worth living, in the still life life displays, in the way

That I witnessed your culture and your ways, how you counted the days

And passed february with holidays

Saw a life worth living, in the clock,

stopped. right where we left it

and I want to wind the watch again

Here, is my petition

Lend me a hand so I can pull the arm

Let me believe that people still live here

Move daylight in waves at our beck and call

Reserve a name for me,

I'm on the journey home

Reserve a space for me

To bleed in safety