The Void
Against the stained black sky
A rider comes from on high
Bringing news of worlds far away
Of new hope for a brighter day
If only such news were true
There would be hope for me and you
But as we listen to his rantings
While he pauses breifly panting
We realise he has gone mad
And the outlook turns very bad
For he was our final hope
And now we dangle on this rope
Over a deep endless abyss
Thinking of all our children will miss
Because of our stupid, careless mistakes
All our lives the Void will take
copyright 1998
