When the Lights Grow Dim

The potato plant's roots keep yielding her precious fruits, As the youth of the Spring's breeze blows through the trees, To provide the shadows of life on its green leaves, A bastard child is born without the presence of a father, Drugs and prostitution have destroyed her young mother, There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... Generations full of lust, lost in shame, Silly ladies shake their pretty round hips in mischief, The Summer's heat has came, There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... The great struggle of the poor man is a steady fight with all his might, While the rich man gets richer off those huge city centers, That help light up the night, As the leaves from all the trees have fallen to the ground, Diseases, poverty and sickness is all around, There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... The chill of the Winters's frost freezes the Earth's vegetation bear, So, the people look to their governments for shelter and security, But, it is so dam freezing cold, And nobody knows if anyone even cares, There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... Centuries pass and life spans flows and goes, Where the wind comes and goes nobody knows, The Son provides the world with power and illumination, Until the day of judgement, Only the "Blood of the Lamb" will provide true salvation, There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... The Earth will exist until the end of times, When God has defeated all the evildoers, As it is spoken by his voice of thunder, With the Saints of mankind, For, there are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters, When the lights grow dim... Behold! If life's motions and actions would pause for an instant. To realize it is never too late for change and redirection, Until, those great old trees crumble and fall, As its trunk gives way to decay, And the axe as the Lumberjack calls, Or, when all men's souls leaves their bodies, To be judged by the "Almightly", When the lights grow dim...