There's a change in the weather, could it be the moon
A change in the way I'm feeling, affecting my mood
The climate is changing, is it autumn, or spring
It's hard not to notice, what's unravelling
But my leaders preach denial, they know better it seems
They put science up on trial, in Galileo like extremes
Still the tides, they alarm me, the weather patterns unclear
Am I what I believe in, or that which I fear
I don't know my history, or where I came from
Been sheltered and pampered, since I was young
Still, I hold onto something, so precious since my youth
Blind to all the warnings, as I stride back and forth
Tigers want to be lions, lions want to stay king
The young dragons in the jungle, hunger for western things
We live like the leopard, and masquerade in our cage
With forty pieces of silver, to continue the charade
Time is a motion, felt but not heard
Life is an ocean, on a rare blue world
Where is my Gutenberg, Maxwell, Einstein, Lincoln,
I cry for tomorrow and pray, oh what's delaying them
My heartbeat is pounding, it bangs like a drum
My senses scream danger, they know what's to come
I'm frightened, I'm anxious, confused and alone
I hear your call chill, the moonlight, like a noose it takes hold
No, I don't know my history, or where I came from
Been sheltered and pampered, since I was young
As I hold onto something, so precious since my youth
Blind to all the warnings, as I stride back and forth
Tigers want to be lions, lions want to stay king
The young dragons in the jungle, hunger for western things
We live like the leopard, and masquerade in our cage
With forty pieces of silver, to continue the charade
There's a change in the weather, could it be the moon
Copyright Colin Coplin 2005 (updated 2023)
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