The Trees Are Testifying - Peter Himmelman

    Transparent as the wind
    that's the nature of the world we're in
    there'ss 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 observe

    where do the 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
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