Down, down the long track of time we come, Lost children crying in the night. Down, down we come through the ages of gloom, 'Til at last here we lay in this dark,barren tomb And cry -- oh, we cry for the light! And we wail for the evil of deeds we have done, Oh, that we could make it right! And the shadows of fears long forgotten and gone Haunt our days and our dreams as we plunge on and on, Lost children crying in the night. But once was a day filled of glory and joy, And we danced -- not a care -- light and free! For the sake of a game, then (they said, "Come! Let's play!") We put on these chains and lost sight of that day When we said that we no longer see. Now the eons trudge by with the dull weight of time And the light of our home fades away. As, struggling and flailing we sink in the mire And the nuclear glow of the funeral pyre Transfixes our horrified gaze. But then one looks up and sees the way home! Home! Home! Back to the light! Home, and despite those who would bar the way, We're loosing our chains and regaining that day! Lost children -- cry no more! Let's take flight! Copyright © 1989 Alan Little Return to Index