Whose Are These

Whose are these?
they are not mine
they must come from some other time
some other place
long ago
I watched the water drawn from snow

These eyes that wince
not at my face
they grasp memories I dare not trace

These eyes they cry
songs I don't know
and yet their tune so.....(?) flow

I stole them from your daughter!
I stole them from your mother!
These hands of the lost child,
their dreams remain defiled!
Their dreams remain defiled