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
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