“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” – J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Carried on the wind of misunderstood words,
Dark armies of thundering adversaries now descend.
Little ones scatter under lightning insults,
Hail threats, and driving strife.
Not much resistance
Before the family breaks.
Hail threats, and driving strife.
Not much resistance
Before the family breaks.
See the clouds huddled in poised formation.
Only minutes until the downpour begins.
No amount of preparing can handle
The flood of anger, the torrent of rage
That woefully conspire
When the family breaks.
No amount of preparing can handle
The flood of anger, the torrent of rage
That woefully conspire
When the family breaks.
Look In the blowing wind of change and see
Two shelters still remain, grace and clan.
Withstanding the maelstrom,
They set up a refuge and inspire unity,
Calling us to band together,
Before the family breaks.
Before the family breaks.