The night of summer winds and storm
And hoping that the rain would fill
The helpless silence of my fears:
I found a tree and offered prayers.
The wind had picked a broken fence,
Cartwheeled it passed my open door.
It smashed into a neighbour’s car:
I locked my door and walked on by.
Pathetic miles on mile I traipsed
In blistered cold towards the Downs.
Before the hills I found a wood,
With branches falling, streams in flood.
I picked the tree, I left my words,
Then fell in tears of true despair.
Lewes Road, Brighton where I listened to One by U2