Warning of a Storm - Steve Von Till

Staring out the window pane

Seeing through yourself

Counting your blessings again

Wondering when it will be And how it can be then

See the warnings of a storm

As patterns unfold themselves

To try and be whole

Is this too much to ask

To live free with a quiet mind

And trust in someone else

I want to believe in the sun

Who in all its splendor is dying

I desire the solidness of earth

This ground is still shaking apart

What will be, will be