• Oh, the innocent smile of children playing at parks
    What better evidence to days left behind!
    Days when darkness did not fill our hearts
    And power had not consumed our minds.
    As eyes close to this hopeless winter,
    The world melts to an eternal spring.
    'Tis a mystical realm where peace often saunters
    And boundless freedom often sings.
    Alas, this illusion of the mind
    And fantasy of the soul
    Cannot exist forever, you find
    When opening your eyes to the maniacal control
    That has swallowed the earth
    And stripped the world of its mirth.