8. The Hurricane (Hammers On The Shore)

The harbor lights have long gone out
The town is sound asleep
Like omens underneath the moon,
the waves crash on the beach

The restless clouds are circling
like birds of prey in flight,
and nature lifts an angry hand,
poised and set to strike,

and every man will know the power
that marked the planet's birth
The hurricane, the hurricane
returns us to the Earth

~

No man-made shelter's strong enough
to stop the raging tide
The storm, relentless in its quest
to conquer and divide

What has stood a hundred years
awakens to the roar
as the waves come pounding down
like hammers on the shore,

and every man will know the power
that marked the planet's birth
The hurricane, the hurricane
returns us to the Earth

~

The harbor lights have long gone out,
submerged beneath the waves
The moon attends the final rites
above the ocean grave

While restless clouds still circle 'round
like birds of prey in flight,
nature's hand, all quiet and still,
retreats before the light

The hurricane is over now,
the storm has finally passed,
while on the sand a child walks
and kicks at bits of glass