The stage a typewriter, flashing neon, clothes line with a sheet draped, shadow of a woman with child in arms on a mattress.
Soft singing Love and freedom come and they go Grandmas in the pen Daddy is long gone We are just here Living on living on
Soft whimper escapes As the flashing of neon Bursts into a kaleidoscope Images of figures dance Around the two
Pretty are we images of love Cast aside by all we know Just examples of perfection Born to be tested on a stage Truth and wisdom living
Heartache is future put out We are safe at home Last of a breed Trusted and tested The seed of example We move on move on
A small man steps from the darkness Addresses no one in particular
So answer the phone when death calls For in the middle of living Giving hope only takes A marker on Love cast aside No person or ghost can Claim a new soul Waiting for future
Yesterdays looser is a winner today
Black to white Sing your song And like the fate Take and give See so much more On a road open
Soft singing Love and freedom come and they go Grandmas in the pen Daddy is long gone We are just here Living on living on ..
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
