Storm's end

This land’s in danger
How cold and light my head!
They sent us aching to the prairie
To bury bones

This land is bloody
10,000 eyes
Creep up the corner of your face
Where every lie’s in lower case

Don’t get them started
They’re cold, cold hearted
And not inclined to understand
About my situation, my situation
My separate nation where
Every lie’s in lower case
Every lie’s in lower case

And you have buried us up to the ears
Is this the way it will be for years and years?

And you have lost
The perfect jewel of the sky
And this will not go un-criticized