The place where dreams are made and lost
And the truth is last to be seen by us
Oh, mirror you awful smile
Of greed, of shallow beauty, and lies so vile
Come again, to the forest of our azure
Where the long gazing welkin offers cure
Of all the blind stabbing greed
Of this lost and helpless breed.

Come again oh bird of pray
Come again and stay the day
We need your songs to guide us
We need the lord to forgive us
And we need to stop, making reasons to be forgiven
And when that has been made,
It will be heaven.

Oh soldier of endless wars
Oh poor fool stuck in lines of endless cars
With radio sparking emotional scars
With the demented dream if not here on Earth then on Mars.
If not on Earth then not on Mars.
If we do not learn, we do not learn.
If we do not see, then we do not see.
That we cause such misery