Storm Front

Listen

Silence as an echo

The rhythm of the mist

Laying the seed

Progressed from need like a part from a dream

Deeper into reality higher is the equality

And what is justice?

Nobody knew

Nobody wanted to

And what is love?

They all knew

Some didn’t want to

Reasons to be

Carved into basics

Are we free

Are we in-deed

Listen

The eye of the storm

Not even an echo

When buried too deep

It's hard to receive the truly unseed

Silence as far as the eye can see

And what is real?

Nobody knew

Yet some wanted to