A Question of Priorities

The winds of change are now blowing again
I can sense it, I can feel it, Like a breath of fresh air
Thousands upon thousands of words, is our right to reply
A question of priorities, in a universal role
Memories surround of bitter times, so don't expect
Too much, as all seems lost
When the worls finally says give up
From the dark wind wept streets, I see a glimmer of
Light, of hope, a presence of defiance
I wonder, and I realise that while some wait for miracles
Others may help create them
From a room that has no view, I gaze from the window
I consider our purpose, the cold starsd look down, and
There's a feeling that someone, or something, is
Always looking, strange, 'cos it's, it's like, careful
Observation, the sweetest manipulation, those smiling
Images of love, A confused pattern of trust, a feeble
Structure fleeing, responsibility and feelings, and I
Wonder who, what, why where and when and if in fact
I'm still believing?
In all those moments we've shared
Of all the things that we have been through
I feel happiness, sadness, remeber the places that we
Have been to push our views and ideas home
Of meeting people who feel alone
Of seeing anguished faces smile again
An achievement? Well I hope
As we swim from the shore
I can feel the undercurrent
I hear songs of hope and glory, but how deep is their
Ocean? We turn and face obsession
A painful reminder from tomorrow
The seas a funny shade of blue now
Do we drown in mistakes sorrow?
A nation remains silent, burnot out skulls, blank expressions
An image of convenience, in reality's succession
Blind in the one-eyed kingdom, following those who
Followed last, who follow those
Who followed before them
Is there a future in the past?