Dust Of Time

Waiting in the valley of all creation

Calling out a song for the state of the nation

I am son born of father never related

Frozen in a bank of ice essence liberated



Dust of time caught in your eye

A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh



Looking from the future into the past now

Footprints of awareness approaching so fast how

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



Waiting in the valley of all creation

Calling out a song for the state of the nation

I am son born of father never related

Frozen in a bank of ice essence liberated



Dust of time caught in your eye

A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh