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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