End of summer days bring rain and fear.
Storms ended, new ones to come.
I waited at the mountain top.
And watch as the history unfold.
Humanity is but what had been done.
Nothing’s new.
End of summer days bring rain and fear.
Storms ended, new ones to come.
I waited at the mountain top.
And watch as the history unfold.
Humanity is but what had been done.
Nothing’s new.