The wind is up at 3am,
The power's down 'til God knows when,
A candle does a minuet, moving the shadows and silhouettes,
The silence please; all the world is on it's knees,
Mother Earth will have her say. (Mother Earth will have her way)

Her way.

And then, to me, she softly speaks,
Screaming silence mysteries of long ago and far away,
The world had always lived this way,
Somehow I know she points her finger at my soul,
I'm a child left all alone. (I'm an orphan without a home)

The television: blind and dumb,
The widow beckons me; I come,
I see animals and trees, I catch a glimpse of mystery,
Progress, though, will soon return to steal that which I have learned,
A ridicule's the candle's flame,
Tomorrow, all will be the same.

Tomorrow, all will be the same,
Tomorrow, all will be the same,
Tomorrow, all will be the same,
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