The Shaman cries,
the light has died,
he felt it as it left his bones.
He watched it fading from his eyes,
lost to a world where no one knows.

And as he lies down in the grass,
he sheds a tear for mother earth,
Reflects on what has come to pass,
then wonders, prays, for her rebirth.

Shall it all come right next time,
or was it just to test our souls?.
Were we never meant to shine?
before we got to break the mould.

    Before the world was bought and sold.