Once upon a time a land existed,
There lived no people sick and twisted.
There was no such thing as hurt and pain,
And nothing was ever wrong again.
The trees grew tall, the sun shone down,
There wasn't a trace of a sigh or frown.
The people lived together in peace and love,
Watched over carefully by the power above.
But then came a cloud, the darkest of greys,
And all was destroyed that got in its way.
Rape and murder and theft and unkindness,
Such was raged leaving a hostile mess.
The earth, once perfect, stood crumbling within,
As more and more people discovered their sin.
And so earth was shattered, and people were to,
With nothing left, what were we to do?
But sometimes in dreams we remember the good:
The laughter and joy now misunderstood.