This world's fading fast
darkness of the faithless ones
who don't have a prayer

Keep your faith
and know
there's
a better
place
than this
hope to
see
you there

This is the question
will tomorrow ever come
like living in doubt

Babbling brook flows
towards distant memories
and dreams of large seas

Thanks to industry
we'll go back to the stone age
turn another page

The candle stick
is burning quick
and will soon
be out of wick
keeping it lit
will really be
a trick
of magic
to see
if the flame
will remain
alive
sputtering
to survive
its light
flickering
in a soft
breath of air
will it be
dark
or light
again
burning
at both
ends

I am the future
unclouded by the present
or past memories