Speaking where nobody’s listening Where wounded lie waiting in silence And only the memory of war And the questioning, why Speaking peace in our times.
Speaking in tongues of strangers Speaking ignoring the dangers Speaking when wisdom says silent Speaking because all their wisdom is more And reality’s bent Straighter.
Checking windows and doors, closing locks, hiding safe evermore, no-one knocks, but the wind blows and suddenly staring at flame-tongues they know they are more.
Hiding and whispering, sliding round corners to buy all they needed and hoping unheeded, they’re trying to stay there unseen until mighty wind frees them.