recollection

Rick Wakeman

Memories of a life on earth go flashing past,
Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he's seen his last
Contemplating what his life's been worth,
While trapped beneath the earth,
And embryo at birth

Pain and fear destroy the beauty I have seen,
Of caverns, where no other man has ever been
Silurian epoch hosts me as my grave,
My final bow I wave,
A life too late to sae

Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,
Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.