Smokey winds blow full of doom and gloom.
No end in sight, only the fright of eviction from hearth and home.
We, the people did no wrong but we reap the winds of defeat.
Its acrid stench bends our backs.
Reaching out a hand for help, none is there.
We know there is no way to repair our lives.
Huddle down and wait for the smokey winds to dissipate.
Would that we could return to days of old.
Days when innocence seemed so endless and
hope soared blissfully in our lives.
No more can we rest in peace while the smoky winds
blow gale force eight throughout our lives.
Silent tears of yesterdays spill into a doorway of laments.
Today stretchs endlessly into far horizons.
There is no future, only the chant of if only.
Carried endlessly on the smokey winds of yesterday,.