Who Will Answer-Luis Eduardo Aute

Who Will Answer - Luis Eduardo Aute From the canyons of the mind whe wander on and stumble blindly through the often tangled maze of starless nights and sunless days while asking for some kind of clue, a road to lead us to the truth but who will answer. Side by side two people stand together vowing hand in hand that love's embedded in their hearts. But soon an empty feeling starts to overwhelm their hollow lives and when they seek the "hows" and "whys" who will answer. On a strange and distant hill a young man's lying very still, his arms will never hold his child because a bullet running wild has struck him down! and now we cry "Dear God! oh why, oh why" but who will answer. High upon a lonely ledge a figure teeters near the edge and jeering crowds collect below to egg him on with "go man go" but who will ask what led him to his private day of doom and who will answer. If the soul is darkened by a fear it cannot name, if the mind is baffled when the rules don't fit the game, who will answer... Hallelujah. In this room with darkened shades, the scent of sandalwood pervades the coloured thoughts in muddled heads reclining on the rumpled beds of unmade dreams that can't come true and when we ask what we should do who will answer. Neath the spreading mushroom tree the world revolves in apathy as overhead a row of specks roars on, drowned out by discotheques and if a secret button's pressed because one man has been outguessed who will answer. In our hope in walnut shells worn round the neck with temple bells? or deep within some cloistered walls were hooded figures pray in balls? or in old books on dusty shelves? or in our stars? Or in ourselves? who will will asnwer. If the sould is darkened by a fear it cannot name, if the mind is baffled when the rules don't fit the game who will answer... Hallelujah