I saw you come from the west,

Walk through a sandstorm, with your shades on.

I saw you with a flamethrower, No dilemma,

Moving through, burning the fields of greed, come what may!

I saw an angel like figure run in despair; the sight was marvellous.

And then You just kept moving, moving forward; northwards.

Written & Narrated by Dennis John. Music - Joseph McDade ©Dennis John