Dead Winds
A statue thinking
Day after day
Communication exit
True detective
Years and years
Struggle for power
Kings and Queens
Weep and cower
Very few
Are lucky enough to find
Lost hidden treasure
Before the clock unwinds
Behind locked doors
Is a vengeful craven
Wicked words and deeds
Sadness like slashed wrists bleeds
But hope lies soon
These dead winds shall cease
And onward we prevail
Destination love and peace
