Nomads - Joe Banfi

Please don't let those

Please don't let those boys fight

You would let no other hold my arm

As we walked on

You would let no other tease my sight

Dear brother

We must beat this winter

None survive alone

My blindness is their burden

And they want to cut me loose

You cannot bear to tell me

You just hold me in your arms

They whispered as they left me

Thought I was asleep

Brother you thought I was asleep

I became the weather

Cold and dark: unrelenting

I became four senses

Strong and stark

Always searching for you

I found you after sunrise

They all tried to fight

Their bodies lay beneath me

And still I wasn't done

I know why you left me

Brother I will do the same

Your people are with me now

We whisper as you sleep

We leave you here to sleep

Please don't let those

Please don't let those boys fight