Behind the face of time are gears, behind the gears, a plan, behind the plan, a mind, behind the mind there is a dream, beyond the dream, I cannot see. Behind a wall a nation lies, behind the lies a truth resides, and there this pattern stops. Behind the eyes, they say a soul is found.
Behind my words, a hope I have, to speak the truth, to share a dream, to touch—one soul might touch another. So weaving, dreaming, speaking plan, I hope to share my life with you beyond these shortened days which seem so very few.
Tale Told 