Lo
Michael Timmins
Wait, there’s a hero down the line
Untouched by a thousand years
She, reaching out to tell us
We’re lost and the end is not near
Hear me now, children are the answer
Just look and you will find
He touched the first rail
Not once looking back from where he comes
They scattered across the field
Disappearing one by one
Cowering in the night
Howling at the moon
Summer and daylight