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Where will the Children take Us

(A song)

Where will the children take us,
When all the fires grow cold?
When will the rain stop falling,
Now there´s nothing left for us to burn?

The easy times are over,
Gone to stories in the Sun.
The land is hard and not forgiving,
Of the chastened stain of Man.

What will the children say of those who lived before?
That flew the skies like Gods, on metal wings.
That walked the earth like thunder,
In their millions and billions.

The crazy times are over.
Turned to winds that cross the sky.
Summer burns and winter freezes
The winds that blow the dust of Man.

The foolish times are over.
A sea of tears cried in the dark.
Have we learned the gift of living,
Or will we snuff the final spark?

What will the children carry, to those that are left?
What will they treasure from the end days,
And bitter years of not enough,
When pain was never ending?

What will they forget?
What will they remember?
Will they know love?
Will they feel it like we do?
Will freedom still be left?
Or even still worth having?
And what will happen to the knowledge?
Yes, what will happen to the knowledge?

The children of these wild amazing times.

Where will the children take us,
When all the fires grow cold?
When will the rain stop falling,
Now there´s nothing left for us to burn?