Trees and stars fill our minds
Seeing the portents
Changing fortunes of time
We see the noise
Worry at the haste
To descend the dark imaginings
That bring confusion to our life
But ahead is our goal
No one will make us shake
We will never fear them
So face them without surrender
It is raining again
Showers will come
Gales will batter our shore
The storms will press
Till we don’t want any more
Past the snow the cold will numb
the arthritis in our hands
The cataracts will be lifted
In the coming Spring
We will see our future
As the May begins
A hive of praying hands were freezing blue
A night past Monday they thought of you
Buzzing round their queen so very cold
Not knowing lives she bought and sold
Until it’s them that takes the wrath
Leading them to take your path
Beyond the sea, interesting conversations
That could wake the dead, become real
All to make a small fortune for the already rich
In the morning, as the smoke clears
Landing craft approach, cutting through the waves
We are steady, but retire
Walk don’t run, is said
Wait for the cover
Now run like hell, we scatter
