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I heard you call me
through the stormy day
when you
rose from sleep,
when you kneeled to pray.
Your pastors and priests
keep telling a lie.
They say
I'll save you
from the stormy sky.
But I throw myself
into wind and rain;
and nothing I
touch
remains unchanged.
I come from the west;
I come from the east
to share
your famines,
to judge your feasts.
I come from the mountains;
I come from the seas
to
release your slaves,
and to snare your free.
I bring new visions
and I bring new dreams.
I make
sure nothing
becomes what it seems.
I'm full of danger
as I come and go,
for my storms
reform
the human soul.
