Gone are the days of strong convictions and unity
When the heart and the mind remained in synchrony
Sky was pale, the soil black, no grey shades in between

Every step dreamed of moving a mountain

Can you recall when darkness was not fearsome
Shadows at dusk, gazing far were so sublime
Ghost reflections on brick walls, so mischievous
Imperfections undreamt of, yet congenial

One day rapture departed
Found yourself fainthearted
This tune is all that’s been left
Aspirations were aberrations

Do you recall the day
Darkness was not fearsome

Passage of time blinds the eyes with uncertainty
Caution destroys the pleasure of bewilderment
Vigilance, a human trait that obscures

Mountain or a mirage
The melody still remains