Brock - Bainbridge - Lloyd-Langton - )

Waiting in the valley of all creation

Calling out a song for the state of the nation

I am born of father never related

Frozen in a bank of ice essence liberated



Looking from the future into the past

Footprints of awareness approaching so fast

Queues of sterile mothers waiting for inspection

Populace diminished everywhere there is rejection



Dust of time caught in your eye

A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh