AND THE WIND BLOWS HOME

As the sun rises over misty waters,

Herons wade, and the fish swim deep,

A lonely boat breaks free of its mooring,

And drifts away to a bitter end,

A the wind blows home.

As the sun rises at the break of dawn,

People rise from the streets below.

The door silently closes on a world unknown,

Death, pain and unhappiness,

And the wind blows home.

No hopes, no dreams to carry us on,

Death and destruction at every turn,

The loss of innocence, a childhood unknown,

No trust and no faith in our fellow man,

And the wind blows home.

Take comfort in your faith,

A killer in disguise,

Arms open wide, a twisted smile,

The look of hatred, not friend but foe,

And the wind blows home

As the tanks roll through the war-torn cities,

Soldiers on foot follow through,

The homeless pack up their meagre belongings,

To begin their search for a safer place,

And the wind blows home.

Love, peace and happiness,

Is all we require,

A world with no fighting, just one desire,

To live our lives happy and free,

And the wind blows home.