Golden Dreams

Golden dreams and iron wills
ofttimes go the way of rust

Flowers precious fragile still
ground into tomorrow’s dust

Children left in loveless homes
crying out for understanding

Here’s the deal, I’d like to kid
but the job is too demanding

Fear has fallen upon the land
innocently lambs are bleating 

Generals in darkened rooms
every war drum wildly beating

Curtain call, tide has changed
wolves scratching at the gate 

Our puzzle pieces rearranged
and the hour is growing late 

Has anyone seen a shepherd
it ain’t thick, this shit is deep*  

Is ours not a hopeless situation
who will save the fallen sheep

*The shit’s so thick, you could stir it with a stick
R.E.M. -  Bad Day