Some of them new pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was
only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy
wings of youth
They went flying around in
the rain
And their feathers, once so
fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded
their tired wings
For the resignation that living
brings
And exchanged love's bright
and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were
swept before the deluge
Now let the music keep our
spirits high
And let the buildings keep
our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets
by and by
By and by--
When the light that's lost
within us reaches the sky
Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how
to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect
her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury
in the final hour
And when the sand was gone
and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few
survived
And in attempts to understand
a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant
to live after the deluge
Now let the music keep our
spirits high
And let the buildings keep
our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets
by and by
By and by--
When the light that's lost
within us reaches the sky
Marco Giunco |
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