A long blond mane of hair

In a world that isn't fair

Don't ask me why I’m just existing there

Constantly reminded by other’s nightmares,

It's the wee hours of the dark night

Being awake at this hour is my plight

Thinking the powers that be will force us to fight

No longer enough to true or right,

I fear there's been a change out at sea

Just over the horizon a looming tragedy

Those phantom voices calling out to me

Why does this world make it so hard to be free?

Picking up the pieces of my love

Fallen like a wounded dove

Thought you’d fit like a glove

You were just a manifestation of the push and shove,

I keep looking for a way out of this maze

I used to think it was just a temporary phase

Wish I could just star gaze

But there’s this creeping malaise,

There’s a mist rolling in

The evidence is always thin

When will the tribunals begin?

There seems to be no control of the sin,

I used to believe that truth would prevail

But then there is that deadly veil

It seems this boat will never set sail

There’s something deadly out there beyond the pale,

Please don’t leave me now I’m in a bind

You were always looking for any fair weather friend you could find

I take responsibility for being so blind

Seems my safe harbor was heavily mined,

What was a rolling mist is now a heavy fog

In some countries you might be flogged

It says the invaders shall come from Magog

They tried to escape the fires but the streets were clogged,

Just trying to revive my belief in the future

Without gunshot wounds or sutures

Reassurances of diplomatic gestures

Offset by deceptive conjecture,

Lord please give me peace

Perhaps life with a new lease

Without the inflationary increase

The day that all evil will cease.