There were dreams to be had and heights to be reached New ideals to be born in your mind. There were seas to be crossed and walls to be sieged Yet you chose this and left them behind.
In the cities of light that we built in ourselves who will rule as benevolent kings?
There were flames to be fed with the passions of men used as beacons to guide from afar. There were breezes and shades and countless cascades Yet we made you the way that you are.
In the cities of light that we built in ourselves who will rule as benevolent kings? Once you plugged-in your soul to a digital screen So what use would you have for such things?
There were lands to be born by the blood of the saints made immortal in verses and rhymes. In an ancient glade there was love to be made Yet we made you a man of your times.