Confusion rules this shifting age    And uproar fills the town    My thoughts OF YOU are drowning in the noise   How could you know? Why should you know me?       You gently nourish my dry skin    A drop of colour saves me from    The fate I'm facing everyday    A single bloom piercing the snowdrift       How softly, the springtime breezes sing    How deeply, the distant mountains breathe    There are so many things to show you       Oh why does hate bring forth more hate?    A long abandoned fruit    Is hastening the process of decay    This country's STARVED, it's void of feeling      How softly, the springtime breezes sing    How deeply, the distant mountains breathe    There are so many things to show you       How softly, the springtime breezes sing    How deeply, the distant mountains breathe    There are so many things to show you       One of these days...