I saw you come from the west, Walk through a sandstorm, with your shades on. I saw you with a flamethrower, No dilemma, Moving through, burning the fields of greed, come what may! I saw an angel like figure run in despair; the sight was marvellous. And then You just kept moving, moving forward; northwards. Written & Narrated by Dennis John. Music - Joseph McDade ©Dennis John
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