| Mourning or Morning Somewhere on a silent evening The rivers cease to flow, Birds no longer fill the sky And the trees no longer grow. Is this the world we're headed for? It doesn't have to be this way. It's time we all became aware And made things better everyday. Grasp the metal and take to flight, Lead those in shadow towards the light, Push back old fears and cut old ties, And don't look down when flying high. Time is but an instant, Carried on by unseen hands; But the world we make is our own, And it's time to understand. |
| By Philip Maddison (c) |