Wake

Its been Written, Now it needs to be read.

Look in the glass there is no future
The promised joy is still unanswered
A Time of peace was but a lie
No more true then the wizards eye
Do you give up hope in this hour of need
Or succumb to that which is mans greed
         I ask you to simply sit
Think, dwell, toy with it
Are we the gods that we did make
Or is there something..... bigger in our wake