Winds howl and rain buffets
Hold on tight or you’ll be nothing
Ripped from the open arms
Sent across this lifeless land
Taken from all that you know
The storm of heresy does grow
Another notch into the belt
Without remorse or consent
Biting cold and burning ice
Will you surrender tonight?
As you fight to survive
War is hell and so you strive
To be done of this mess
But violence won’t regress
Instead you hope for a day
Don’t let that idea fade away
Fire roars and heat claims
Here we are at the start again
But mistakes are just a part of life
Build a new and continue the fight
As the ashes do descend
Make this land yours to tend
With the new day that dawns
A solution can be born
Simon A Jackson - Writer 