Those were the days when time stood still
The gentle caress of the Sun upon a blissful ignorant
To feel its touch and remain unaware
Of what it really meant; I'm sure none of us knew
Life, peace, and harmony- more precious than gold
Things we shall now never have
To see through a glass darkly,
Not knowing what you see in truth
Not seeing at all
Which becomes a greater torment?
To have a gift and know not its true value
Or to know a gift's value and never have that gift again?
Which is the greater punishment?
We once saw through the glass darkly
And now we shall never see again

By: Roquefort Esteban (Rocky Stevens)

David Johnson Copyright (©) 2000