who see with blinding sight

our children soon will have to pay the bill
for all our failures and our false desires
for now we all seem to have lost the will

our planet turns it's never standing still
each day to better one of us aspires
our children soon will have to pay the bill

grain turns to flour daily in the old mill
it simply does what the whole world requires
for now we all seem to have lost the will

only the lucky get to eat their fill
and then to sing in the adoring choirs
our children soon will have to pay the bill

the rest of us must be content with swill
and celebrate not being trapped in mires
for now we all seem to have lost the will

it does not matter who may have the skill
to warm the coal and start again the fire
our children soon will have to pay the bill
for now we all seem to have lost the will

(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister