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The Winds of Ancash

from tales from the forsaken art house by Bill White

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Four trees stand
Four guardians of pain
Over the desolate land
Where history was slain
Christ is talking
Through the wind
I wonder what is spoken
Between the trees and Him

I wonder what they talk about
I wonder what they talk about
The words in the winds of Ancash

And the wind says……
How could I not
Feel your pain
My buried city
From whence humanity came

With screams and tears
Of desperation
My broken flower
I sing for you

I cry for you
My broken flower
Sleeping so long
Beneath ebony snow

I cry for the ones
Who laughed inside you
Who dreamed inside you
And sang the world anew

Cultivate the garden
In the shadow of the valley
That once was the city
Of Youngay

Sweep away the rocks
Dig up your dreams and your houses
You plant the flowers
And I’ll teach them to sing

Now build with songs
Invincible houses
Now build with songs
Invincible dreams

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from tales from the forsaken art house, released October 16, 2012
written and performed by Bill White
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