As I look up at the canyon wall,
I see him standing there.
Appearing to be ten feet tall,
With feathers in his hair.
I rub my eyes in disbelief,
At the image that I see ...
I see a man in pain and grief,
So filled with misery.
He looks out at the city,
And a tear forms in his eye.
He looks to me with pity,
And I hear - the one word ... WHY?
In his bow he sets an arrow,
And then shoots it into space.
Nature joins him in his sorrow,
As the tears run down his face.
As I stand and look in wonder,
While the image fades from me.
I'm left this thought to ponder,
Was he crying for ...
What used to be ?
Or were the tears ...
Meant for me ?
