It started out in innocence

It started out in innocence, the way that most things do
a thousand people crammed in one place, but the only face was you.

But the Tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame

Dust in the Wind

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see — ‘Dust in the Wind’ by Kansas A favourite of mine, from forty years ago now. I just love the image of a Kansas wheat field and storm, too, I am…