the season's hinge

    i look southwest and do not see my goal
    there's nothing here to keep us any more
    the ground upon which we shall stand is whole

    the horse that races now was once a foal
    could barely make it through the stable door
    i look southwest and do not see my goal

    the sky is blank today no clouds will roll
    no rains will from above upon us pour
    the ground upon which we shall stand is whole

    the singing birds have not ceased their patrol
    we feel there's still some soundness at the core
    i look southwest and do not see my goal

    beyond this moment who shall have control
    that is the question for who knows the score
    the ground upon which we shall stand is whole

    it's almost the due time we've given our parole
    matters return to the pattern of before
    i look southwest and do not see my goal
    the ground upon which we shall stand is whole

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister