My head full of regret,
as I sit here looking back...

Over the moors and through the glen
his song can be heard...

A few hurtful words
said in great rash...

He saw the destruction on the telly
and heard the screams on the radio...

Staring into the mirror
society menacingly laughing back...

To be young again, such a dream
shed your burden and sew up the seam...

Switch on the old grey box,
its almost 6 on the great clock...

Do you see that bright light on the horizon son...
© Copyright of Ben Blackburn - Known as...

The Aftermath,
when silence sets in...

When all seems dark,
And you have no one to turn to...

Leaving behind the cries of menacing laughter
and screams of hollow beauty...

Remember a Hero,
for what he had to give...