There is a land, over the sea,
Where all around, on hills and spires,
Stand tall and gleaming, in morning sun,
The Silver Statues, still and hushed,

They watch over their land, constantly,
Eyes all around, There are no secrets,
The statues know all, even the darkness,
None can hide, from the statues eyes,

Ages of memories, stored in silver,
Boundless wisdom, locked within,
Silently watching, waiting for an age,
When this eternal punishment, shall ensnare them no more,

Statues connected, by thought and by mind,
Standing guard, for all of time,
Ranks on an island, invaluable stones,
But none can see them, or share in their load,

This is the penalty, for those who betray,
Those who cross, and harm their friends,
He is chained, in a world of pain,
For he cannot repay, an innocent friend,

A lamb, soft and tender,
Wanders, around an unknown bend,

Misguided, pretender,
It knows not, when its life shall end,

Dwarfed by natures forces,
All around fly evils sources,

A small light, flickers, wanes,
Precious lamb, caught in death's dark chains,

All WE can do is love,
For WE are like little lost Lambs.

About the Space flew no Satellites,
So never could any fall to  earth,
There was one who knew his origin,
Good over Evil, Light not Dark, No Slave but Free,

He Flew about with a Question,
Could he be the only of his kind,
He knew none like himself,
He decided to fall to earth,

The earth was bare, laid to waste,
First he made fire, a light to see,
He made a schedule set the time,
A time for suns and time for moons,

He made a home for himself far above.
A perfect place of light.
Filled with Joy and delight.
To share with those he should meet.

He then visited the sea shore,
Noted the difference of land and sea,
He planted a seed and grew a tree,
Vegetation around him sprang,

He looked up and saw the stars,
Twinkling and shining down,
He placed a disk, a moon,
To dance round his happy earth,

This moon pulled the seas,
He pulled a creature from the depths,
And admired its perfect nature,
Then above him sang a dove,

Out from the Trees sprang a deer,
Long and slender it bounced along,
Finally a Man he saw drawn in dirt,
He sat up and began to talk,

Looking about at all the Glory,
Above, Below, And all around,
He couldn't help but say,
"IT IS GOOD"