GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music
II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin

14. Age of Innocence

I can sing
But not of love
That's a thing
I've nothing of
As yet.

I wonder if it's so
That eyes will lock,
And lips will know,
And world will rock.

So cynical about the words in books
Yet hoping where there's smoke...
The farce of smold'ring looks.
I start to laugh and then there is no joke.

And want...
Like crawling towards a star
Just out of reach
And yet so very far.

I cry for the moon
But all I need is a candle flame
A flicker that will soon
Die out; singe me a little; play a game
In which the stakes are low
I cry for the moon, I don't know...
	Maybe I need its light
	To die a little makes the living right.