Winter's Seed
by Cap Wilhelm-Safian

We of flesh, and blood, and bone
Sense the shadow on our eye,
See the circle and its end,
Feel the pulse within our breast.

And know it won't be too long my love
Until the circle comes around
As winter's seed is pressed into soft ground.
Into soft ground.

We 'neath steel and reddened skies,
Drink soft visions from our streams,
Walk fresh garden in our dream,
Wander night on pilgrim's wing.

And know it won't be too long my love,
Until the night breaks into dawn,
And then our hands may reap what our hands have sown.
What are your hands sowing?

We of gentle lion heart,
Journey to the tyrant's gate,
Taste the gaze of prison guards,
Paint tomorrow on the ghetto walls.

And no, it won't be too long my love,
Until the guns will sound no more.
Mothers no more to weep over blossom babes.
All the blossom babes

All the blossom babes,
'neath the winter snow,
All the blossom babes,
Out where the cold winds blow.