If you stand with your face
to the wind off the water
At the point of lands end
where the ocean begins
Look to the memory of the
ones gone before
The light and meaning of the
voices on the wind
Searching for safe passage
as you knock on every door
You still can hear the howling
of the mongrel dogs of war
You call our for some comfort
seeking shelter from the night
A raging rain's upon you feeling
tired of the fight
And though you are surrounded,
feeling quite alone
There's a light to guide you
home
If you stand with your face
to the wind off the water
At the point of lands end
where the ocean begins
Look to the memory of the
ones gone before
The light and meaning of the
voices on the wind
Thier words carry over water,
and fall back down to earth
What follows is the silence
as you contemplate their worth
A vision comes before you,
but the meaning's still unclear
Standing at the threshold
as you watch it disappear
And though you are surrounded,
feeling quite alone
There's a light to guide you
home
If you stand with your face
to the wind off the water
At the point of lands end
where the ocean begins
Look to the memory of the
ones gone before
The light and meaning of the
voices on the wind
Marco Giunco |
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