A storm so profound it was felt cross the ocean
The prophet stared as the flames burnt his words
The poets ink running dry
A mother stood weary holding teardrops of blue
As the fathers wept to the sky
And the children screamed the name of the king
Who answered dressed as a mime
The laughter dried up and shriveled with age
It seems we have run out of time
An event so profound it challenged the bards
Who cried free of nary a word
The lion of treason roared out to the lambs
A evil growl that all the world heard
Say
Have you heard the news
The president died
As people hung out their clothes
How could that happen
Who shot the king
Shrugging shoulders nobody knows
Turned our ears to the voice of the one who made sense
Of every bit of life’s drama small and immense
But Bobby stayed silent
Nothing more to be told
Fear grows much younger
And the world looks so old
So we turned to our prophet begging a sign
No oracle answered we’ve now crossed a line
What’s gonna happen
What where and when
When like the rising sun
The poet picked up his pen
No longer standing silent the tellers took back their stage
Told us all stand together wash away vengeful rage
With the power of love You write your own story
Fill you heart with belief for hate has no glory
Get back to your life
Don’t yield your power to a coward who preys on your strife
Hear the toll from the cloisters
And the laughter of children
Don’t let the world tremble and crack
Your just one in a million
Sing with the stars
And dance with the moon
The poets and prophets
Are singing your tune
I have words to share
I’m ready to show it
I’ll not let the terrorist
Silence this poet
Live free, love free, and stand tall and proud
PEACE
Terrapin - The Journey 