Wind and rain and dust and flood
Hurricanes descend from above
And so an angel extends a hand
To save the last of hope and love.
Water churning in pools of denial
To cheer the empty hero
Calm the waters once again
Drop the anger down below
Where the feathers fly again
Across the lonely lands
I cannot find my hero now
He fled with all his plans.
When all the state’s medicine men
Cannot revive the hero again
Where then dost thou cast the blame?
Reflect it back and find your shame?
