There’s words unspoken, songs unsung,
laughter silenced, bells unrung.
There’s lives unlived, laughter unpeeled,
stories untold and untruths unsealed
and through it all where is the gain
in this world long gone insane?
Perhaps if we were to speak the truth
we’d refind the magic of our youth
and walk the path we know is right;
out of this darkness into the light.
We saw it there in days gone by
when we could sing and we could fly;
there was a music in the air,
a music of both love and care.
but then we fell to Mammon’s greed;
the pain that’s in her tainted seed.
I see it now as it returns
while round us now sweet Gaia burns
the youth today are rising strong,
they hear the rhythm of Her song;
the song we sang is in their soul.
Can they now keep it’s rhythm whole
and stay the path where we were lost;
to Gaia’s beauty not her loss.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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