WiszdomStone - Floods and Fires

Floods and Fires



The mountains shake
Under my weary feet, the ground breaks
And thru the rising veils of dust...I'm making out vague shapes
Like a drifter in a sandstorm, blindly stumbling thru this haze
I try to find a guide, in not my eyes, but by,
Whispers in my mind
At the edge of this divide.

Beyond the groves...
Beneath the sunset the horizon's thick with clouds of fleeing crows
Telling of a storm that's swelling
Closer as it grows
Swallowing the day, I feel you grab my wrist and hear you say....

Let us make for higher ground
I say someday you will see this as I see it now
As the lowlands are burning down
We can hide on this hillside much higher than the floods and the fires

Darkened shroud...
The sun is overtaken, by the black approaching cloud
Churning with the fury of...
A thousand spirits bound, oh I can hear them now
Wailing and hailing, impaling the ground...

Let us make for higher ground
I say someday you will see this as I see it now
As the lowlands are burning down
We can hide on this hillside much higher than the floods and the fires

Won't you take me by the hand, save me from this crazy dream
Swirling like a whirlwind in my mind
Bless me with the morning sun one last time

(Won't you save me?) save me from this crazy dream
Bless me with the morning sun

Closer as it grows, swallowing the day
I feel you grab my wrist and hear you say...

Let us make for higher ground
I say someday you will see this as I see it now
As the lowlands are burning down
We can hide on this hillside much higher than the floods and the fires