Past the line, he's on his way
To buy the state with one month's pay
A grey storm lurked, beneath the greed
But wife and son, his love they need
A single call, was made to say
Ancestral land, been stripped away
Rich man of oil, his word is law
A loving man, between these walls
Please, hold the storm at bay
Pray for the end of grey
This day, is yours to pay
Can't wish this pain away
A woman known for all these years
Laughed with him and cried his tears
A son was born, believes no more
In lies they told of endless war
A native curse they feared come true
The sergeant's words etched like tattoo
Your husband's dead, killed by the storm
The wife and son together swore
Please, hold the storm at bay
Pray for the end of grey
This day, is yours to pay
Can't wish this pain away
Please, hold the storm at bay
Pray for the end of grey
This day, is yours to pay
Can't wish this pain away