Out of the noise of tired people working,
Out of the window a sea of green trees.
Over the way there were birds flying.
Peace flows into me.
Building within the leafless tress,
Bitter cold stings, cannot defend.
From fierce winters, they will not flee.
To their homes they must tend.
Remember me as I was then,
Carefree, free to soar.
Any help I can, I will lend,
As I defend my home against war.
One last effort, one last thrust,
In secret too and open spaces.
Lost now in a pool of mistrust,
And a crimson sea of upturned faces.
