There was a time
when the seas were yet to be crossed
and mountainsides
yet to be touched by man
and words still written
by a human hand
The simplicity of eternity
filled our souls
Visions of a world
enchanting my emotional tensions
Guidance to embrace
providing my terminal conscience
Utopia — a home
An imaginary state
caught on a Super-8
But colors once so bright
darkens over the years
We’re the sons and the daughters
of pioneers
The simplicity of eternity
made our souls
Visions of a world
enchanting my emotional tensions
Guidance to embrace
providing my terminal conscience
Utopia — a home