Where will the children go to play
When there is nothing left
On the deserted city streets
But tears and broken glass

Where will the elders take their strolls
When all the sidewalks are gone
What will they do when they find they've erased
Everything that they have drawn

An emptiness that hangs like a mist
Over the cold damp ground
Who will be there to feed the hunger
When darkness rolls around

But when the darkness goes away
And who's to say it will
Will things be like they once had been
Or will the emptiness strike us still