Days of Empty Skies © 2002 Chris Walter Sitting under the morning sun In the grass on the side of a hill I can feel the fading warmth of summer Kissed by autumn’s chill The wind is the only sound in a world That has grown eerily still And the birds of prey are moving in for the kill Chorus The hawk flies over the country Lord over all he spies He dips his wing into the wind and turns In these days of empty skies From just beyond the horizon, I can still see the smoke and flames I heard a thousand voices and they all called out my name Will they be forgotten if my vengeance goes unfilled And the birds of prey are moving in for the kill Chorus Bridge In a world forever moving Finish lines are hard to find Are we defined by what we take Or what we leave behind
