There was a time

when the seas were yet to be crossed

and mountainsides

yet to be touched by man



and words still written

by a human hand

The simplicity of eternity

filled our souls

Visions of a world

enchanting my emotional tensions

Guidance to embrace

providing my terminal conscience



Utopia - a home

An imaginary state

caught on a Super-8

But colors once so bright

darkens over the years



We're the sons and the daughters

of pioneers

The simplicity of eternity

made our souls

Visions of a world

enchanting my emotional tensions

Guidance to embrace

providing my terminal conscience



Utopia - a home