So is this the best that we can do?
Oh I can think of better things - can't you?
Yes I can think of better things
That hands can make and hearts can sing
For now we deal with those for whom
A life is but a carnal tomb
In which the darkness holds no power
And neither does the final hour
We may lament the deadly art
Of tiny atoms torn apart
Of visions that we can't return
And future fires in which we fear we'll burn
Yet this is the art of those before
Who found a cure within the core
The noble mind behind the ray
That eased our earthly cares away
Is this the best...