Verse 1
I sit hear in a world, reckless and free,
Staring down on this earth, that should never have been,
I walk through the great cities of our age,
Yet the glass and the crystal is installed as a cage,
Gone is the freewill we all should of have had,
It is replaced with a single note, lonesome and sad.
I stand in a garden, now laden with weeds,
How the small have to suffer, when all they ask for is peace,
All human are sweet, some do try their best,
But those are dying off, lest we forget.

Chorus
We are all growing old, as are our minds,
Our ideas and love are not of the true kind,
We know no purity, evil is our friend,
The sun and moon looks down on us,
As our race comes to its end,
The children's minds are dying, fantasy is long gone,
Whatever was the point in this, why ever where we born?

Verse 2
I listen to the sounds of nature,
That we are slowly killing off,
In every land there is a distinct green,
Yet now afar, only buildings can be seen,
The horizon is grey once marked with red,
Red light at sundown, sailors dread,
I want to wish on a star accept none are seen,
The pollution covers far not how it should've been,
On the news, all is sad,
Death and destruction, Is all this world has had.

Chorus

Verse 3
Books tell the stories, of races all long gone,
Atlantis had the greater weapons,
Now look where they've been borne,
Its people may not have been pure, God had had enough,
Like Pompeii, God buried them of the map,
This is what may happen, if we continue in our ways,
But we are not the kind of race, to start to all obey,
I'm sorry for you people, and I'm sorry for me too,
It is not us humans, who make us do what we do,
We where brought up in this shadow, though thankful as we be,
At least we are alive, which is better can't you see.

Chorus
We are all growing old, as are our minds,
Our ideas and love are not of the right kind,
We know no purity, evil is our friend,
The sun and moon looks down on us,
As our race comes to its end,
At least we are alive; we have a chance to fix this,
The mistakes of the past can be put to rest,
We have the future to hold know,
We must make it worth living,
All human are sweet, some do try their best,
But those are dying off, lest we forget.

By Siobhan
Date: ?/?/2002~3