The Trees Are Testifying - Peter Himmelman

Transparent as the wind

That’s the nature of the world we’re in

There’s no refuge in the fragile things

Hard as it is to observe

Where do the guilty run?

When the stones in the street are calling for them

Where do the guilty hide?

When the limbs of the trees are testifying

Every word sets off a charge

Every action small or large

Takes the planet for another spin

Hard as it is to obsrve

Where do th guilty run?

When the wind on the highway is screamin' for them

Where do the guilty hide?

When the shadows they cling to exist to reveal them

Where do they run?

Nowhere

Where do they hide?

Nowhere

This world ain’t never blind

But it’s eyes are hard to find

Does it pain you that there’s no escape

Not for an instant in time

Where do the guilty run?

When the air that they breathe will stand as witness

Where do the guilty hide?

When the bricks of their walls are shouting their secrets

Where do the guilty run?

When the hearts in their chests are pounding madness

Where do the guilty hide?

When the limbs of the trees are testifying

Where do they run?

Nowhere

Where do they hide?

Nowhere