The sun sank in the tendrils of the winter winds
Light quickly faded
The long night begins
What is our hope for the spring to come beyond this winter?
The old rulers are dying, their grasp weakened
Their desperate ****** clawing for power falters
What will the youth of the world build?
Overthrowing the gray tired old men with no vision
Will there be a new light glowing in an abandoned barn?
An opening of joy to a time of new growth?
It is now dark in the cavern
The animals have bowed their heads
Fearing the burning world that surrounds
Glaciers melting, deserts blowing
Is there a song that will lead us to
A new morning, Sagan's galaxy rise?
With a billion suns shining?
Or will we crouch in the corners again
Fighting for any lethal advantage
Sacrificing the world?
We should pray
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
The sun sank in the tendrils of the winter winds
Light quickly faded
The long night begins
What is our hope for the spring to come beyond this winter?
The old rulers are dying, their grasp weakened
Their desperate ****** clawing for power falters
What will the youth of the world build?
Overthrowing the gray tired old men with no vision
Will there be a new light glowing in an abandoned barn?
An opening of joy to a time of new growth?
It is now dark in the cavern
The animals have bowed their heads
Fearing the burning world that surrounds
Glaciers melting, deserts blowing
Is there a song that will lead us to
A new morning, Sagan's galaxy rise?
With a billion suns shining?
Or will we crouch in the corners again
Fighting for any lethal advantage
Sacrificing the world?
We should pray
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