Last night I had the strangest
dream that I have ever dreamed
I was a boy again, just barely in my teens
Wandering through the woods and
hills that tower above our town
And in the rocks and brush the
entrance to a cave I found
And like most any young boy
would I crawl into the cave
And through the damp, dark darkness,
then I slowly made my way
Tunnel after tunnel,
going this old way and that
Until suddenly I knew,
I didn't know where I was at
I tried to find the way out,
but it seemed to be in vain
The more I tried,
the more confused and frightened I became
At last, in sheer exhaustion,
I collapsed and fell asleep
Until the distant roar and sound
of thunder awakened me
The thunder boomed, the earth edge shook,
I trembled in my fear
Surely this must be the worst storm
in a thousand years
And all the time the fury of the
storm just seemed to grow
Until suddenly it ended with
a great earthquaking blow
I then began to crawl around
and what a stroke of luck
I saw above a tiny light and
so I followed up
And soon I crawled from out of what
I thought would be my grave
And what I saw, it made me wish
I was back down in the cave
For there was not a blade of grass,
a tree, or bush around
Not even one small bug crawling
on the park's burnt ground
And looking down the hill I saw
the shambles of a town
Where people used to live before