Out of the Blue

Out of the blue on the wings of a dove
A messenger comes, with the beating of drums
It's not a message of loveOur childern are born, and we keep them
They must have the right, to live in the light
To be safe from the stormOut of the blue, with wings on his heels
A messenger comes, bearing regrets
For the time that he stealsBut steal it he will, my children's and mine
Against our desires, against all our needs
Our blood spilled like wineOver and over we call . . . no one hears
And further and further and further we fall
And though we pray that we soon will awake
It is clear, that it's no dream at all
Our lives are at stakeI cannot believe, nor even pretend
That the thunder I hear, will just disappear
And the nightmare will endSo hold back the fire 'cause this much is true
When all's said and done, the ending will come
From out of the blue