Burning embers in the hearth,
blackened stones still warm.
The chill of night starts to fade,
as light brings forth the dawn.
Morning birds start to sing,
golden corn shines bright.
The dawn of man has come to be...
from the creatures of the night.
Warming sunshine in the sky,
over oceans deep and blue.
Mankind now is here to stay,
... and do what he must do.
Harvest feeds the hungry child,
but hunger still remains.
The need for more is all he craves...
and someone else to blame.
Harmless creatures cruelly killed,
children coldly slain...
The sky's' still blue and the corn is ripe,
but all he craves is gain.
The burning embers in the hearth,
that warmed the blackened stone...
will slowly fade to lifeless dust,
just like the seeds he sewn.