My dreams have shown me such destruction.
My eyes grew wide when the fire came to life.
Perhaps something went right, cause we are still here.
I fill my heart with love so that there's no room for fear.
I open up my mind so that the truth can come near.
I seem to always wake up exhausted.
From dreams that seem like memories.
Of much work.
Am I a physician on another plane?
Why am I always wearing scrubs?
Who are these children?
And where do they come from?
Buildings burning to the ground.
Engulfed in raging fire.
In the air a peircing sound.
Of a whaling siren.
I still feel the pull of desire to go find a cave.
To hide myself and my family away.
Wait out the storm and emerge when it's past.
To see what on this earth was able to last.
She saw a ship, coming to save us.
He speaks of the promise, that The Great God gave us.
All I can do is pray in love.
Find comfort in the earth and the skies above.
Care for myself and care for my child.
And carry a big stick in case someone gets wild.
I listen to the voice in my head.
And weigh out all of the things that it says.
Trust my instinct and trust in faith.
And keep my lamps filled.
To light the way.