Blood Moon Rising
Ashes on my porch carried by the wind
Some call it change, some call it sin
Looks like the fires of hate is the flavor of the day
I can smell the smoke from 1000 miles away
Air is so thick I can hardly breathe
Watching the flames dancing high above the trees
The winds of change are blowing, the skies are gray
I can smell the smoke from 500 miles away
All it takes is one little spark and the worlds on fire
Out of control, watch the blood moon rise
Standing vigil, waiting for the day to break
I can smell the smoke from a 100 miles away
Hard to see the truth through the fire in your eyes
But there's no denying the the pain you feel inside
So let us bury the dead and cover them with grace
Can't help but smell the smoke blowing in my face
Blood Moon Rising high into the sky
Voices crying Oh God please make it right
Beyond the darkness I believe there is a light
Help us see what is wrong and what is right
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