How must we reach into this chaos?
We searched and waited for a light
from the edges of all the nights.
We would bring you home with us,
but you were little fires in drums
leading us into the deeper heights.
Canal children, I know your
pain in those old adult eyes.
The chill in your bones and
a soul that no fire can warm
and no scene ignite into play.
Canal children, how I love your
lost and childless wild ways.
You are my gentle lullaby, that
is placed beneath your eyelids
and held close to our hearts.
I searched and waited for your light
from the edge of all industry,
but you were out of focus.
It was as if the stars had all imploded.
Now must we face what we become.
