Surrounded by towers
Locked out
Block on block
Children wait
On the far islands
To receive their futures
They hunger and wait
As the city stays wide-eyed
Full of itself
Men talk and talk
Not knowing the knife edge
Nearly touching their rosy cheeks
And so close to the night
We are all folded in
Sin on sin
Never knowing
The children of the far isles
They were our own
[They
Were waiting
For us]
