Take away the sun above
And burn the air we breathe.
Take away the moon and stars
And everything believed.
Take away the green of life—
The blue-green seas below.
And take the glow that lives in them
And everything unknown.
Take the candle. Take the verse.
Take art. And take the artist’s words.
Take each thing— its form, its name.
Take everything. What’s left but blame?
One thing’s for sure— We will survive
We have gone on and left this song behind.