Of fair maidens and virtuous kings,
there might indeed, a time have been.
When sunlight laced with golden hymns,
would cast a spell upon the wind.
When men would walk a righteous path,
and teach their sons, the song of truth.
And in a mother's warm embrace,
a child would learn what love could do.
What need for wealth then would there be?
Would then any man be plagued by greed?
If such a time there ever was,
then one must wonder how it was lost.
For now that man has gone astray,
the hour is dire, the sky is gray.
Blood is spilled for peace' sake,
and horror lurks at every place.
Bullets seem to mete an easy end,
as still worse terrors man invents.
Enslaved by the sight of money,
we live in endless toil,
lust keeps our eyes wide open,
but we're blind, so blind.
Let not this sickness,
that has overcome the earth,
numb you into believing,
that all is well.
For ignorance is bliss,
only for a little while,
till it sneaks up behind you,
and wipes your smile.
How long will it be,
till this madness catches up with me?
As the world spins into disarray,
I wish to rise above the fray.
And so I search,
for answers absolute.
With a hope that I'll find,
peace beyond the horizon.
