There was once the dawn of tomorrow
There was once the unwritten page
There was hope we glimpsed once and held
Watched as it withered away
Do we bring our own devastation
Do we choose the hill upon which we die
The tears that fell
The cold lamentation
Thoughts that linger on through the night
There was once the dawn of tomorrow
There was once the unwritten page
Do we bring our own devastation
Do we choose the hill upon which we die
The tears that fell
The cold lamentation
Thoughts that linger on through the night
Somehow I know this pastoral glade serene
From an old recurring dream
I saw places I have never seen
The bottle
The rope
The cessation of hope