Waiting in the valley of all creation   Calling out a song for the state of the nation   I am son born of father never related   Frozen in a bank of ice essence liberated      Dust of time caught in your eye   A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh      Looking from the future into the past now   Footprints of awareness approaching so fast how   Queues of sterile mothers waiting for inspection   Populace diminished everywhere there is rejection      Dust of time caught in your eye   A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh      Waiting in the valley of all creation   Calling out a song for the state of the nation   I am son born of father never related   Frozen in a bank of ice essence liberated      Dust of time caught in your eye   A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh