Crimson haze
The maintans and valleys ablaze
Our eyes burn with the smoke for days
We look to the sky’s for rains relief, yet with no will to change our ways.
We look to the stars for a sign, in dismay as they are hidden from us.
We look for leadership, but they have forsaken us
Our hearts look hope for within ourselves, but none is in sight without the words of Jesus
Until we put away our pride, no peace will he bring us
Red sun days
The Path Less Traveled 