The sky is bleeding

Through lonesome woes.

But why it bleeds

No-one knows.

Is it the Gods

Regretting our sin.

In our bad garden,

Letting the demons in.

Is it the birds

Mourning for joy.

Or is it the devil,

Killing his toy.

It has been these things,

Creation, Knowlege, Hate,

But everything else,

Lies beyond the gate.

Then it's endless time

For you and me,

As we trace our path

Across the sea.

Storming oceans,

Discovering new lands.

Everything we seek,

Will soon be in our hands.

With our lives ahed,

And our hate behind,

We can start the new future.

Long live mankind!