meeting the hour

[fledgist]

 the universe it seems must turn to stone

all of our hopes must vanish into mist

we face the pain and horror all alone

 

you do not hear us when we have to groan

and voices cry upon us to desist

the universe it seems must turn to stone

 

silence is broken by a little moan

not one of you will rush here to assist

we face the pain and horror all alone

 

upon the heights another wind has blown

the blossom by another sun been kissed

the universe it seems must turn to stone

 

for what's been done nobody could atone

this is a force that none could here resist

we face the pain and horror all alone

 

our needs have been stripped to the very bone

we aren't expected ever to persist

the universe it seems must turn to stone

we face the pain and horror all alone