Lletres:
Good Intentions Time For Compassion

've choked the good in me Sent me off to wander alone Hateful, starving enemy of (your) order Hunt you down, make you understand No compassion for the enslavers of will Your spite for

intention of rocking the boat, Although it?s becoming a bit of a wrestle Because - like her meteorological namesake - Storm has no such concerns for

you can't say it's our imagination Just because we cannot find the proof We've shared this thought for some considerable time It's increasingly unlike the rest For

can't say it's our imagination Just because we cannot find the proof We've shared this thought for some considerable time It's increasingly unlike the rest For

can't say it's our imagination Just because we cannot find the proof We've shared this thought for some considerable time It's increasingly unlike the rest For

intention is good We were not questioned on our replies It does you no good Though you think that it should And it would given half a chance If there's compassion