The invisible rumbling above

Mixes with foggy air

In an almost desolate

Yet spring time place

Life is pressing

Time pushes

Fears take awful turns

With people

Who have nothing

So I turn from the demons

So it goes

And it really blows

It is me that believes

He knows the way out

He knows

And before their eyes

In defiance of wrong

He kindly does what is right

For he is gentle and kind

His soul being good

Being wise.