Post by Horn on Apr 27, 2004 5:31:37 GMT -5
Wind
I am at the battlefield,
The wind is screaming
The corpse carpet covers the landscape
Where they died for a lie, a pointless cause
The worm is eating the apple,
Helping it rot away while the
Foul wind rocks it off its branch
The fire is burning the house,
But we are inside, trapped,
While the wind spreads the deadly flames
From house to house like a contagious disease
The rabbit is shot,
The life is taken,
The wind is blowing menacingly
The darkness is invading,
People are turning out their lights,
Being sucked into the night
While the wind attractively blows
The bitterness of the winter wind,
Piercing my mind while
But in the endless power struggle,
The battle is never over, the war never won
If you look straight at the tree,
The wind painfully blowing away the lush green leaves,
It all gives you all the memories of a lifetime
And the mental anguish until you turn away
You are in the middle of the storm,
The tree has fallen from the power of the wind
I am at the battlefield,
The wind is screaming
The corpse carpet covers the landscape
Where they died for a lie, a pointless cause
The worm is eating the apple,
Helping it rot away while the
Foul wind rocks it off its branch
The fire is burning the house,
But we are inside, trapped,
While the wind spreads the deadly flames
From house to house like a contagious disease
The rabbit is shot,
The life is taken,
The wind is blowing menacingly
The darkness is invading,
People are turning out their lights,
Being sucked into the night
While the wind attractively blows
The bitterness of the winter wind,
Piercing my mind while
But in the endless power struggle,
The battle is never over, the war never won
If you look straight at the tree,
The wind painfully blowing away the lush green leaves,
It all gives you all the memories of a lifetime
And the mental anguish until you turn away
You are in the middle of the storm,
The tree has fallen from the power of the wind
