When ground is lost, and hope is tossed,
And fate inscribed in pen
As seas may roil, our blood, full boil,
Bemoans the fate of men
We dine on fear, for now we hear
That faint satanic laugh
When light grows dim, we offer him
The sacrificial calf
But for God’s sake, know when to make
That leap up to the moon
Do not despair, I’ll see you there
When all the world’s in tune