This world is crashing all around
Please tell us if you hear the sound
The thunder roars above our head
We cannot hear what e’er’s been said
There still is time left to escape
We need locate our hero’s cape.
Oh Lord we seek some help down here
The path ahead looms dark and drear
Please send us aid on winged feet
So we may triumph o’er defeat !
Claire V. Bogdanos 