Friday, 27 June 2008
For it would be to defend a lie
For life not to have to sit and cry
To see the living truth end and die.
Between the realms of Venus and Mars
Below the heavens of endless stars.
Now the amber's of our dieing race
Are in the eyes of a friendly face.
But the last word has not been spoken
The eternal cord is not broken
The Saxon sword was no token.