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
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