Last night I had the strangest
dream that I have ever dreamed
I was a boy again, just barely in my teens
Wandering through the woods and
hills that tower above our town
And in the rocks and brush the
entrance to a cave I found
And like most any young boy
would I crawl into the cave
And through the damp, dark darkness,
then I slowly made my way
going this old way and that
I didn't know where I was at
I tried to find the way out,
but it seemed to be in vain
the more confused and frightened I became
At last, in sheer exhaustion,
I collapsed and fell asleep
Until the distant roar and sound
The thunder boomed, the earth edge shook,
Surely this must be the worst storm
And all the time the fury of the
storm just seemed to grow
Until sud denly it ended with
a great earthquaking blow
I then began to crawl around
and what a stroke of luck
I saw above a tiny light and
And soon I crawled from out of what
I thought would be my grave
And what I saw, it made me wish
I was back down in the cave
For there was not a blade of grass,
Not even one small bug crawling
on the park's burnt ground
And looking down the hill I saw
Where people used to live before
