At night we lay and ponder what will be, what will be;
At night we lay and ponder what will be;
Will the bills be paid on time?
Will the morn bring rain or shine?
Will the tests the doctor ordered bring bad tidings?
Each day Cassandra forecasts what will be, what will be;
Each day Cassandra forecasts what will be;
Will the oceans drown our lands?
Will there be war with Iran?
Are the tides of human fortune now subsiding?
For unborn son I wonder what will be, what will be;
For unborn son I wonder what will be;
Will my house give love and light?
Will my fires drive back the night?
Can I ever earn such innocent confiding?
Blue mother ever spins to what will be, what will be;
Spin, blue mother!
Spin to what will be!
from Michelle
ReplyDeleteDade, you were able to put into words, what so many people feel...well done....well said!
thank you.