The day is bright and clear
The sweet melody's of music fills the air
Everywhere you see children laughing, children playing

All is well and all is good
everyones living the way as they all should
The adults are joyful, mature and intelligent
They have hearts of gold
and their lives are not wretched

But how unfortunate for a child to suffer for the guarantee of everyones happiness
locked away in a cage underneath the city living in total misery
They've all based their lives on the harsh reality of justice

For the possible happiness of the degraded child would be possible not probable to be set against the sure happiness of the many

Those who's eyes that have gazed upon the child are the ones who walked away from Omelas