Eye Of The Storm (desert Storm)

Eye of the Storm The winds of war are blowing Across the sands of Arab land Stirring hate and violence Against those who'll make a stand. There's a turbulent mixture Of people who feel they're right Swirling 'round ancient disputes They think are worth the fight. One nation's been dispossessed It's basic freedoms blown away By the "mad dog" of Iraq But Saddam won't have his way. Our bombs drop from the sky above In a downpour like constant rain If we don't get them the first time We'll pour it on them again. They have no place to run And they have nowhere to hide And eventually they'll drown In the ever-rising tide. From the cold and dreary gloom Of wars' dark overcast There's victory and justice In a future world forecast. In the eye of Desert Storm we stand (Not a pleasant place to be) To quell this tempest of our world In the name of Liberty. Del “Abe” Jones 1991