| "One day they will look back upon our time And from that vantage point they will analyze their past And marvel at the way a generation Turned the world around, these changes made to last…" | |
| We are on a quest, a journey Through the dark, to find the light | |
| The candles feeble bright Defines our knowledge in this fearful night. | |
| We travel, in search of artifacts, For the world today is not as it was, In the twenty first century. | |
| A new life we made, new beams of fantasy Let the peace shine within our hearts. | |
| The nearer stars were just our start, the feeble lights no longer keep us apart. | |
| Mid morning the dig site finds the entry log half full Each piece uncovered neatly bagged and noted down... | |
| Taking a deep breath,for the words I long to hear Erase past regret,and forget all troubles and fears... | |
| Here is a smile, there a frown, someone threw a few lines down, about life as it was before. As it will be ever more. | |
| Around us currents of ages streamed, As we touched a past their grandchildren dreamed, The vaulting tower, and the shimmering air, On a rainbow plain, some time some where. | |
| underneath and cursed and swore unearthed a bier an ancient life uncoiled an ancient secret bared | |
| Their eyes the first to pay witness to the awe inspiring sight A hush of stillness touched the dig... | |
| uncovering wisdom taught by the light can teach us our mistakes were big | |
| And through this web of whorled days and nights We too can find our peaceful light | |
| Rusted, encrusted, and dusted by age, Distrusted, disgusted, adjusted to rage, Dream that the beam might serve to redeem, The monsters our fathers so suddenly seem. | |
| But hark! see the light gleaming to mend? Perhaps our dark age has come to an end? | |
| Within the bier the peacful visage of an ancient sage, come to our age of hope with hidden message cloaked in rage | |
| For the temper of that time seemed to emanate in vibe, With message, warning, and hope, for souls in these seemingly peaceful times | |
| Pleased for leaving this cage, Released to live my own path. | |
| I go without being afraid to temper the world's wrath | |
| "I am the sound of a generation of voices I am the hope of a generation's plight Released from Time's vessel, I am free.." | |
| They found a journal worn and frayed, ink lines faded, edges strayed, But guilded still upon it's cover, Through unity will peace be made. | |
| The watchers turned their hearts toward, The thoughts of unities reward, Conformity at the point of the sword, So they threw the journal over board. | |
| As the journal floats away Words come to mind but, have gone astray, drifting the waves to find a place of a resting peace, | |
| And like a message in a bottle of time The journal's essence travels to more distant shores, touching other places with lightyear's fingers Searching, searching, searching. Hoping to find... | |
| a special world where love is equivalent to The monetary value of their forefathers Those who worshipped their possessions so much that they destroyed their own planet |
