The Storm

The storm is coming
The waves start slaming
The shore is weak
Agenst the waves that break

I stand with the others
Waiting with the mothers
The children and the fathers

I wait for the crashing
The burning and the churning
For a moment all is calm
Before the cruten begins its Psalm

I stand and pray
For a mirical that never came
For nothing is ever the same
I can do nothing but stay

The future is in dark
The past is in the light
For all I hear is the lark
And all there is the sight
Of the place I called mine
Now all we do now is wait for a sign