A QUESTION OF PRIORITIES The winds of change are now blowing again I can sense it; I can feel it, like a breath of fresh air Thousands upon thousands of words, is our right to reply A question of priorities, in a universal role Memories surround of better times, so don’t expect too much As all seems lost, when the world finally says give up From the dark wind swept streets, I see a glimmer of light, of hope, a presence of defiance I wonder, and I realise that while some wait for miracles, others may help create them From a room that has no view, I gaze from the window I consider our purpose; the cold stars look down And there's a feeling that someone, or something, is always looking Strange because it’s like, careful observation, the sweetest manipulation Those smiling images of love, a confused pattern of trust A feeble structure fleeing responsibility and feelings And I wonder who, what, why, where and when and if in fact I am still believing? In all those moments we've shared. Of all the things that we have been through I feel happiness, sadness. Remember the places that we have been to Push our views and ideas home. Of meeting people who feel alone Of seeing anguished faces smile again. An achievement? Well I hope As we swim from the shore, I can feel the undercurrent I hear songs of hope and glory, but how deep is their ocean? We turn and face obsession, a painful reminder from tomorrow The seas a funny shade of blue now, do we drown in mistakes sorrow? A nation remains silent, burnt out skulls, blank expressions An image of convenience in reality’s succession Blind in the one eyed kingdom, following those who followed last Who followed those, who followed before them? Is there a future in the past?
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