Lyrics

I see the writing on the wall. A clear message, speaks about the fall. What might have been may not occur at all. It makes no difference no matter where you are. A clear song beckons; one you can’t ignore. Silent witness; silence to the core. A tick in time, grapes on the vine, vintage wine takes time. Eyes straight ahead, don’t look around, stay course is what they said. A world divided is a recipe for war. Has it been decided? Have we shut the door? Or will we hear the writing the wall? The clearest message: a message for us all.