In memory of the young Norway victims
Go beyond my petty thoughts
Where the wind stirs fire in my soul
And I walk upright in the morning light
Where God is in me
And I am proud.
Tall grass on either side of the path
Bows in reverence to me
While I ponder violence
The blades they whisper watch me
While I die.
How we count, yes we count
The wind obeying my command.
Oh still child
It will reveal its secret
Have no doubt.
I’m your fire and you’re my witness.
24 July 2011