• You came to us in the dawn of time.
    We picked up sticks,
    We started fires.
    The wheel was set in motion once we
    carved it from the stone.
    Our bodies no longer bare,
    Our world no longer cold,
    We rose up on two legs
    And your virgin shores explored.
    You were the key to every door,
    The window to all things still unknown,
    You mapped the road to paradise
    And we set out for home.
    But giants grow, as all men know,
    And our heads, they reached the sky.
    We left you alone
    Pursued answers of our own
    And from neglect, you withered and died.