I hear the winds call
Trumpets blaring over the hills
Louder and louder, till the fall
Sympathetic winds save their energy, rage fills
A heart hardened over time
Wind blows, raging then calm
No rythm, no reason for the climb
And fall, tearing down the palms
No one else seems to hear it
Bliss is all thats known
Living with no reason to fear it
Horns blare, throwing...