I was alone in a cold silent room
Time crept long as death itself
Standing alone through timeless turmoil
Watching life per chance, I pondered
A way to scheme Gods choice and squander
A little bit of lazy freedom
Unkempt sorrows and bitter feelings
To live again what part I play
Watching this Old World from within
So cold, so silent, so lonely again
Ah, but no man knows Gods truth
Our silent journey, secret with Him
I am alone in night's deathly chill
Dancing with spirits lively yet still
Something is ill in the chilling night
Howls the wind another kill
Death prevails in corners of doubt
Riding the wind, stalking still
A curse unlocked heeds mental pain
Unseen horrors enchantingly sing
Whispering melodies into innocent ears
While oceans of leaves, dance wild with sin
Twisting and fighting “The Angry Wind.”
T. M. Lowry
10/1/1977
12:00am
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