There’s a cloud on the Eastern horizon
Blocking the sun and moon,
And it blows toward the valley so peaceful
To cover the gardens green very soon.

There’s a boy on a hill, he is crying,
His mother weeps harder still,
And he vows as his sister lies dying
Revenge he will find with all of his will.

Revelation unfolds through the fighting,
And oil feeds the flames of doom.
As we kill for the makers almighty,
Their hope for the world our anger consumes.

There’s a cloud on the Eastern horizon
Blocking the sun and moon,
And it blows toward the valley so peaceful
To cover the gardens green very soon.

 

August 18, 2006