Artificial light destroys the night
The stars cannot compete with such a sight
And God himself is just a candle light
The still small voice is drowned by mobile phones.
No one hears the lonely as they moan
And who can hear the voice of heart and bone ?
The titans in their towers of evil scream
Louder than the voice of God in dreams.
And here we are afraid of their new schemes.
. We send our little messages each day
Maybe we should all kneel down and pray
Dreaming of new wars, can children play?
Give us back the night lit up by stars.
From our human roots we step too far
