There is a window to the world
Where the vision is not obscured
And over the distances
Whatever ails can be cured
In the blackest of night
Oblivion lurks in the dark
With evil stoked by spite
Contention burdened
Desperation
Always putting up a fight
When you’re running for your life
Get all tangled up in the wire
Bombs burst over your head
As you duck the machinegun fire
The temperature is rising
And it’s getting too warm
In the distance, way over yonder
Behind the eye of the storm
Yank your chestnuts to safety
Save whatever it is you can
Branches pop as spring breaks out
Then witness the Divine plan