The ill wind blows

“The Ill Wind Blows”

(9/2/2023, Tom Entrican)

It creeps in the haze there on the rise

So sure, yet nothing is there

But the leaves they listen to the vibes

 From one who sets a snare

Soon the horizon is painted in dark

You can feel it way down in your bones

It will not be long before pain disembarks

And appears as the ill wind blows

It does not question to whom it may touch

For all lay there in its path

And he does not care how much is too much

To the wind the payment is wrath

There are none too old, too young, or too bold

A hot summer night, or the cold winter snow

Oh it matters not the weight of your gold

You will be touched when the ill wind blows

Nothing to save as it seeps through the walls

In nightmares it leaves its reward

Still we hesitate as the faith in us stalls

As the wind spreads its discord

With a force it brings us down to our knees

In defiance we call out His name

For no more than love He has set us free

That no ill wind can harm us again