24 Dec 1998
Felt the call of conscience trace the palm of my hand
Followed it across the waves and swam into sand
Found myself alone in blackness speaking to the stars
Ancient history of light poured down between the bars
Are you the first the last are you a now or have been
Where are you going what have you seen
I scream at you but you can’t hear a thing
Just listen to the night sun listen to the wind
Names in a faceless world we’re all
Trying to live under the pall
Of life without a future here
There’s all this noise no one can hear