we can't keep quiet

The wind is blowing

Rustling through the leaves

Echoing the whirring sound

It makes a statement

We don't understand

What's all about?

We try to think

We only hear the sound

We hear the crash

We run out to look

The storm is brewing

Trees uprooted

The mad dogs are barking

They know they can get away

If only the blues play it fair

We will not live in constant listening

But we know in our lives

One man wants to stay on

He can't let go of the power

He sees it as his right

What it want to tell us?

We can't close our eyes and ears

We have to make the change

Else we will be uprooted