Where There Is No Magic
There is no sparkle in the air
No glitter dusting branch or ground
The magic that once clung to us
Will never again be found.
And this is not the golden age
Where people dream and love and trust
This is the age of take-not-give
And shattered hopes and greed and lust.
For all we see is all we want
Deluded by this fast-paced world
In which no woman can recall
The light which warmed her as a girl.
This is modern society
And dare we hope for anything more?
Escape from pain, from feeling at all
And settle for safety by the shore.