Armageddon's tool. Poetic prophesy fool. Samurai of words.
Once in a Blue Moon
Seems they come by more often
Here's to the New World
Another Sunday
Possibly one of our last
Our future unknown
In these days of fear
We are one with destiny
Coming to our aid
Sometimes we lose faith
We lose our way to the source
Those are some dark days
God is always here
Many have expressed belief
Many have lost faith
Running on empty
Our destination unknown
Subject to our fate
Sharing all your love
Rather than sharing your fears
I wish this were true
Carving on some wood
Putting on a fine finish
It's fun to create
Trying to land it
Meadow's thinks he's in the air
When he's been grounded
Smoke gets in your eyes
We see it this time of year
In everyone's eyes
Don't believe it
Fires burn across our lands
Beneath the thunder