Exiled

Lanterns glow

Songs and shows

The story only grows

Laughter comes

Tunes and hums

Tomorrow never show

Feel the rush

Take it in

Enjoy another spin

Dream again

Dream again

Just never hush

It’s when we stop

It’s when we reach the top

We look around

But not a sound

It’s only at the peak, that we begin to drown

Lanterns glow

Songs and shows

The story only slows

Laughter comes

Tunes and hums

Tomorrow starts to show

Feel the hush

Touch the dim

Refuse another spin

Think again

Think again

Wonder at the hush

We’re at the top

But now we stop

We look around

But not a sound

In a moment we feel weak, oh let the silence speak

Lanterns glow

Songs and shows

The story hints of woe

Laughter comes

Tunes and hums

Tomorrow never shows

It’s just too much

It’s just too slim

It whispers of a sin

We’re back again

We’re back again

Listen to the hush

We’ve got it all

But here we stall

We’ve looked around

But just one sound

We feel it now, we hear it too

That soaking sense, it’s sad but true

At the height of every smile

The story is of exile

“While Genesis is separated by we do not know how many sad exiled generations from the Fall, but certainly there was an Eden on this very unhappy earth. We all long for it, and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and least corrupted, its gentlest and most humane, is still soaked with the sense of “exile.”

J.R.R. Tolkien

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