I no longer have that spark

When in order to live I had to run

But I can still run, even against the wind
That quest for freedom is never ending

The same sparks that were flying

Back in the autumn of the '56 uprising
They're still in me, they still smolder
They remind me of when I was a soldier

A soldier in street clothes, without rank

But what a delight it was to join the ranks

With those for whom freedom meant freedom for all.
Freedom in the purest sense

I can stop running now 56 years later

I can visit my homeland, it's finally a free land.
I still remember my sister then hardly a teen
Upon my return her children are no longer teens

In fact they to have their own children .
No longer running, some of that spark is gone

But only from the body, the soul still has it all

2016