Mountains old
Fountains gold
Whispers singing
Songs of winning
Lies are sung
As evil won
Then at dawn
The gong is rung
For evil comes
And evil hums
In people's ears
So they will hear
Then truth appears
And awakens fears
Gone is good
Just as it should
From darkened hearts
And evil parts
Of this world
As it swirled
Down the drain
Just like rain
Hope disappears
As people's fears
Take over peace
piece by piece
Alone again
Not able to mend
Those hurtful lies
That everyone buys
So they can mend
Their lives and send
A message of hope
So they can cope
With the evil here
And no one hears
In their ears
The evil hum
When evil comes
After the gong is rung
And evil has won
When lies are sung
Songs of winning
Whispers singing
Fountains gold
Mountains old
-1/21/05
