cross

Eleven saintly shrouded men silhouettes stand against the sky one in front with a cross held high come to wash my sins away Standing alone in the wind and rain feeling the fear that is growing Sensing the change in the tide again caught by the storm...

I cross the green mountain I sit by the stream Heaven blazing in my head I, I dreamt a monstrous dream Something came up Out of the sea Swept through the land of The rich and the free I look into the eyes Of my merciful friend And then I ask myself...