Friday, April 8, 2011

Stolt
















I stood before the rock
freezing wind burnt my face
and shook the hand of a noble man
in the heart of an ancient place
















Where the land tears itself apart
we will come together

to work things out
make important decisions
and breathe the clean air of our ancestors

It is an honor to be here
an honor to exist

This is the place of destiny
where men decide their fate