كلمات A Day Of Conflict

A wisp of wind, the rustle of leaves A ghost-like movement among the trees Thunder echoed in the distance No compliance, no resistance I arose to a day of conflict A shattered dream by the telephone's ring Words shake the cobwebs Loose from my head An exchange of words turned from green to red And sparked a day of conflict The heavens move like a film at high speed While miles below I'm feeling its pull I try to resist but I'm swallowed up whole Into the bowels of conflict Electric air shocks the waves in my brain A subtle effect from the wind and the rain Thunder cracks open A hole in the sky To water the seed of conflict A shattered dream by the telephone ring Words shake the cobwebs Loose from my head I can only cling to the edge of my bed And awake to a day of conflict