Crazy Da Must Sing
Who is my inheritor?
I am an old man
with battled grounds to give.
I am an old man
with useless gold in hand.
I am an old progenitor
with women for his sons.
I am a widower
all so long ago,
so long alone,
whose fields commemorate
the youthful bride.
Who will come to take these things from me
and give me life? My life will be the nations of my sons.
My life will be the women of these lands.
My life will be the unions
after war
that are the universe itself.