fog as oily as the night drifts without sound
forming images in ghastly light
from the farrow fields of grain
to the highest mountains
carried on a wind of change
our hope remains
the omnipresent
the past , the present
the future, an whats more?....
what lay in wait beyond the minds door
forming images in ghastly light
from the farrow fields of grain
to the highest mountains
carried on a wind of change
our hope remains
the omnipresent
the past , the present
the future, an whats more?....
what lay in wait beyond the minds door