A Time Of Strong Winds
It was a time of strong winds and deep seas, that wailed and screamed at the shore,
as a lion roars out in pain, when caught in the steel teeth of a trap.
It was well after the days, when we all lived in the forest...
There are iron ships to be found everywhere. In the oceans, on the water, on the land, in the sky, and even further. I was young then, as we all were.
I was young, but tired and angry, with the eyes of an old, old man...
I traveled to distant lands across the oceans, upon the iron ships.
We talked of wars, and almost hoped for them. Our time was long, slow and tedious.
Our minds were dry and dusty. The places we went to were different, with exciting names. But, they too became dry and dusty in our minds, and we left them soon...
And we heard of wars, but none came. Except for those from within...
Strong winds came, and beat the shores.
His name was Hurricane, and he brought pain, loss and destruction.
There was no mercy...
We took our ships and hid in safe places,
and left our families to tend for themselves.
Ships and the men who sail them are cowards.
Even, in time of war, they hide in their safe places
and bring death and destruction to unknown faces...
Small boats filled the bottom of the channel, and we could not go home.
We left our women and children in the hands of strangers, and crawled away to a new safe place.
When will it be safe to come home?...
as a lion roars out in pain, when caught in the steel teeth of a trap.
It was well after the days, when we all lived in the forest...
There are iron ships to be found everywhere. In the oceans, on the water, on the land, in the sky, and even further. I was young then, as we all were.
I was young, but tired and angry, with the eyes of an old, old man...
I traveled to distant lands across the oceans, upon the iron ships.
We talked of wars, and almost hoped for them. Our time was long, slow and tedious.
Our minds were dry and dusty. The places we went to were different, with exciting names. But, they too became dry and dusty in our minds, and we left them soon...
And we heard of wars, but none came. Except for those from within...
Strong winds came, and beat the shores.
His name was Hurricane, and he brought pain, loss and destruction.
There was no mercy...
We took our ships and hid in safe places,
and left our families to tend for themselves.
Ships and the men who sail them are cowards.
Even, in time of war, they hide in their safe places
and bring death and destruction to unknown faces...
Small boats filled the bottom of the channel, and we could not go home.
We left our women and children in the hands of strangers, and crawled away to a new safe place.
When will it be safe to come home?...
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