And then One Day You’ll See,
With Misshapen Misery,
That the Misery of the Past,
Possibly Couldn’t Last.
You’ll See a Brighter Day,
Prismatic in its Array,
And Glooming in the Gloam,
Under the Ocean’s Foam,
You’ll Begin to Wonder ‘Why?’
That All They did was Lie.
But Earth’s Beauty We Will Roam,
Sharing Our Ancient Tome.