The Ill Winds

I seek, in print, my conquest,
And dream of better times.
I see tomorrow’s legacy before me.
Death is getting closer all the time.

I walk upon the shoreline,
Searching through my mind.
What will I find,
When the ill winds roar by?

The silence is a lonely companion.
It whispers warnings most never hear.
We turn away and risk losing tomorrow.
We turn away and risk losing all those years.

Memories parade, in style, before me.
And tears, oh they scar my eyes.
I can’t believe the lies that we believe in;
The lies that keep our eyes from the sky.

(1983)

Lyrics: Wicasta Lovelace
Music: Wicasta Lovelace

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