see the little chidren playing,
Hurricanes and sunshine swaying.
Throughout the mold a gray is baking,
Bending bones but never breaking.
And they form a lovely pose,
For watchdog eyes, they never close.
No balls are bouncing in the day,
A porous tongue, it flaps away
From figures swimming deep in mud,
The cherub hoardes accepting blood.
Hands are clapping out of sync,
And eyes are closed without a wink
As games once played disappear,
Amask of teeth hides the fear.
Of voices singing through the sky,
And bigfoot says its time to die.
Then I saw a revelation in a box of sand
Plastic shovel and a pail, creating fantasies.
In a candy land, creating fantasies.
In a box of sand, in a candy land.
(repeat)
As games once played
You watch them disappear.
As games once played
A mask of teeth hides the fear.
Games once played, games once played.