The Trees Are Testifying - Peter Himmelman
Transparent as the wind
that's the nature of the world we're in
there'ss no refuge in the fragile things
hard as it is to observe
where do the guilty run
when the stones in the street are calling for them
where do the guilty hide
when the limbs of the trees are testifying
every word sets off a charge
every action small or large
takes the planet for another spin
hard as it is to observe
where do the guilty run
when the wind on the highway is screamin' for them
where do the guilty hide
when the shadows they cling to exist to reveal them
where do they run
nowhere
where do they hide
nowhere
this world ain't never blind
but it's eyes are hard to find
does it pain you that there's no escape
not for an instant in time
where do the guilty run
when the air that they breathe
will stand as witness
where do the guilty hide
when the bricks of their walls
are shouting their secrets
where do the guilty run
when the hearts in their chests are pounding madness
where do the guilty hide
when the limbs of the trees are testifying
where do they run
nowhere
where do they hide
nowhere