Mists of March

Protect me now O misty cloud, Protect me from this talk I hear; For you are our great unknown shroud, Silent you are but always near. Keep me away, keep me away-- Make the filthy firestarters flee, Chain them for many, many days-- Make the grass green, make my soul free. Drive away the light of the sun, Forcing the indulgers to fly Until their One Mission is done, Until they fly for a reason why. "Oh, come more often!" I beg you, To keep the frequent fires from raging-- The fires that raped, the fires that slew, The fires that ignited these changes. I haven't seen you for days now-- Apollo rules on his throne anew-- But I will never forget how You bore your shield, speckled with dew.