Child of No Father

Child Of No Father. Down the lane the wind blew into a mist of flame I reached for hope but all was lost in a flash of flare I reached for ages, I went for miles, and all I was left with was a cry for help I watched the world fall down in a grief of pain Man had taken his last fall; now all that was left were children of no fathers. The world had set down upon me, and everything fell before me My distance to the ground was becoming higher and I could no longer reach The will of man was going to be in ruins and I was the last child standing I couldn’t find belief but all in vain I cried for help Man had taken his last fall; now all that was left were children of no fathers. Man had splintered his home, earthly hopes and dreams of their children He lived in duplicity in his own nature, owning to his own ruins The cycle of life was becoming one again; I could smell the fresh air again Like a new born child, the air felt different and reviving Man had taken his last fall; but I was no longer a child of no father. Written by Terry Curran