Cradle Pyre

On a tidal wave I stand

Perhaps of me you've heard

With a storm cloud in my hand

I've come dispensing word

Of your company I've tired

Your welcome here is worn

It's you who lit this cradle pyre

It is you who woke this storm

So I do this with regret

But you've left me with little choice

When your mouth is full of threats

When you speak you use my voice

Oh child where will you run

When the world's on fire

Old man see what you've done

As the flames grow higher