this is the calm before the storm,
the cold before the warm,
this is the beginning for all of us.
the start of the red dust
I see the trees start to disappear.
The blue sky becomes unclear.
this is the first sight of the enemy,
the first thing we can see.
I chose my weapon, chose my tool,
never stop to think I might be the fool,
we hit the ground and start to move.
don’t even have a second to lose.
we scar the ground to give us hope,
burn the land to help us cope.