The Barn Winds
22 Jan 2001
A cracked old barn
The wind blows through
Rickety it stands
But still it holds
Rafters groan
Temptation grows
Give in, give in
But still it holds
The last attack
A final wave
Crushing wind
But still it holds
Biting teeth
Of dirt and stones
Hurled against the wall
But still it holds
Weak it is
Out of breath
One last gasp
But still it holds
Give in, give in
The wind gives in
The fight is dead
The barn stands tall
And still it holds

