Environmentally themed space/psych rock.

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This track is still something of a work in progress -- even though it was a song I wrote with my first ever band, Ossian's RIde. Though democratically credited to the group, it was basically my music and keyboardist Darcy Burner's words. Always my favorite OR song, I've been dusting it off and giving it a new lease on life in this brand new solo version. The guitar solos were tossed off hastily between mouthfuls of cereal at breakfast, while the (not very good) vocals were quickly slapped down at lunch (while the neighbours were far, far away!).

What if our yesterdays never became
Darkness slipped in and stole our voice
What if the world became always the same
Never tomorrow, never our choice...
Take breath from body and hope from light
Take belief from emotion and motion from flight
When we hang the skies and give words to the wind
How will we know that it's time to begin?

What if the seas filled full with blood
How would we wash the stains from our hands
Rain upon skin and the worlds great floods
Stealing the bread from the last of our lands
Take be from existing and shape from form
Take the flame from the fire and force from the storm
When we lose the moon and release the sun
How will we know what we have begun?

What if the green which flowed through the leaf
Stopped in our veins and froze in our hearts
The sound of life stilled in our disbelief
Silence in pain as our new world starts
Take guilt from conscience and rhythm from song
Take naivete from innocence and reason from wrong
When we stumble in darkness and nature falls dumb
How will we know what we have become?

What if she judges and what if she knows
How we have robbed her and what we've destroyed
Time is her ally; its tide overflows
Washing the pestilence into the void
Take grief from destruction and sorrow from pain
Take the balance from weighing and renewal from rain
When the piper is paid at the end of the song
How will we know where our world has gone?