
I cannot see what I have become.
Others look at me in wonder,
while I believe I have remained the same
through all that has passed.
And when we say our farewells,
and eat the wheat,
we all begin to wonder—
who will be taken next?

I cannot see what I have become.
Others look at me in wonder,
while I believe I have remained the same
through all that has passed.
And when we say our farewells,
and eat the wheat,
we all begin to wonder—
who will be taken next?