Migration

We will go
Wherever you blow us,
We will roam
Empty and homeless,
We will live
Every second life gives us to know!
We are the restless, the wanderers
On our free roam.

Night, and the wind's blowing
Hard, and the rain's falling
Fast as I lift my face
Drops dripping every place
Bright, and the moon's shedding
Light on us all running
Ever around and which way
To escape the confusion and
When the clouds cover, and
When fog rolls over, I
Can't see a thing!
Fear is all consuming
Help us please, blow us free!
Terror surrounds us, whip us faster
to flee, don't you care?