Generation of Change
I have wandered through the darkest nights
When the world was young and new.
I have seen the greatest, the first of sights
Of when the life of this land cloth grew.
It's nothing, Oh Child, but a petty small game.
This life, to which you hath wrung.
What shall we do, what shall we say,
When the children of the land cloth size?
What to do at the start of the day
When the children cloth seize their prize?
You, Oh Child, have changed the land
And nothing is to be done.
You, Oh Child, do not understand
That you've dulled the light of the sun.
Time will pass slow, time will flow fast,
But there is one thing you must learn.
There is nothing you can do to change the past;
Your helpful fire is the children's seared burn.
What have we done, what shall be changed,
And what has been done, to date?
The people of the world are sad and deranged,
And I fear that it is much too late.
