Ten thousand skulls,
they line the walls,
of these old sacred corridors.
The labyrinth, leads far below,
is hidden deep, beneath the snow.
Lost to sunlight for so long,
still echoing those ancient songs.
The truth, the light,
the plight of man.
Has been reversed
Has been replanned.
All that we once held as truth
is being laughed at by the youth.
The ones we've left to fix the mess,
will listen as we all confess,
Learn from how we got it wrong,
they will rebuild and carry on
I hope we help them to grow strong,
cause hope is our's and we belong.