There comes a time around the bend
when all is wiped away
the tide will rage and break its cage
and trusted friends betray
That time may come at night or dawn
and none can well foresee
just when or why or who will fall
which home turned to debris
Not every dire catastrophe
arrives with floods or tanks
by far the worst are wars of soul
collapsing spirit's banks
When that dark moment does arrive
there'll be no time to pause
there's only one way to escape
the fiery serpent's jaws
Run from the housetop and from field
don't turn or hesitate
run for the hills and cry for help
before it is too late
There comes a time around the bend
when all is wiped away
the tide will rage and break its cage
and trusted friends betray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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